I run my fingers over her soft cheek as we stare into each others eyes while we're laying parallel to each other on our bed. "I love you." I say to my wife. "I love you too." she says back sweetly with a smile on her beautiful face. "Is the baby still awake?" I ask her as I rest my hand on her large bump and she moves my hand to a spot with her own and I feel our unborn child kick. Each time it's wonderful and even though it's our fourth child, it's still amazing to feel our little baby kick. "It should be soon, right?" I ask her while my hand still rests on her pregnant belly as the baby continues to kick. "Yeah, I hope so anyways. I'm sick of being pregnant." she says with a frustrated sigh. "I hope so too and I know, love." I say compassionately since this pregnancy has been kind of harder on her then the last three and we plan on this being our last, so she won't have to go through it again. I take my hand away from her belly and I move to get more comfortable on the bed. "Goodnight Paul, I love you." she says sweetly and I smile at her and she smiles back. "I love you too Em, goodnight. And goodnight little McCartney baby, daddy loves you." I say sweetly as I lean over to kiss her on the lips and I move to her belly and tenderly kiss it. I close my eyes and relax and let my mind wander. I think about how all of this started, how we met, our marriage, our three kids, these past 14 years of our marriage.

We met when we were teenagers in high school, seniors to be exact. It was the fall and I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria waiting for John to join me with the fish and chips he went to get. I was gazing at this beautiful blonde who had caught my eye days before. Ah she's a beauty, with long blonde hair and with blue eyes that are so easy to get lost in. She was sitting at a table across the room from me with her friend Anna as they both sat picking at their lunches and talking and laughing about something I don't know. I avert my gaze from her so it wouldn't look like I was staring. Her names Emily, 17 and a senior like me. I've always known her, just never really conversed with her. I don't know why I suddenly fancied her a few days ago, but I can't get her off my mind and I obviously can't take my eyes off her. There's a problem though, she's got a boyfriend and he's a complete and utter jerk. His names Ben. "Who ya staring at?" John asks me as he noticed I was looking at Emily again. "Oh nobody." I say as he sits down and hands me my food and I quickly open it and pop a chip into my mouth. "Whats 'er name?" John says as we both are eating. "Emily Smith." I mutter. "Mm, the blonde, she's Anna's best friend. Ya have a little problem though Macca, his name is Ben." he says mentioning Anna Brooks since he's know her since they were kids. "I know." I say as I lift my eyes back to her to see her running her hand through her long blonde hair. We go on to eat our greasy, delicious lunch and we walk over to a trash bin and throw our remains of it away. John is walking in front of me and to my surprise he walks over to the table Anna and Emily are sitting at and we both sit down opposite of em. "Ey there Anna." John says nonchalantly as we sit down and I awkwardly sit there across from my crush. "What do ya want, John?" Anna asks in a ticked off tone. "Oh just to chat. You both know Paul, right?" John says talking to both Anna and Emily. Anna nods and Emily slowly nods too as I nervously look at her and notice how beautiful she is up close with those dashing blue eyes and her heart shaped lips.