"Marco!" Rosie called from her bedroom. "Where are my boots?"

Marco sighed from hisplace in the living room, where he was waiting for her to finally emerge.
"Right here," He said, appearing in her doorway with the beloved combat boots.

Rosie stopped scurrying around the small room and turned to him, her eyes lighting up. "Thank you," she said quickly, snatching the shoes from his grasp and standing on tiptoe to peck his lips before finally pulling the boots on.

Leaning against the doorframe, Marco waited patiently. He knew how nervous she was. Today was their first ultrasound together. Rosie had gone to the very first appointment alone, right after she discovered she was pregnant, but there wasn't much to tell then. Now, they're get to actually see the baby, maybe even know it's sex if they were lucky.

After lacing up her second boot, Rosie lifter her head to look at him - "Ready?"

He nodded, turning and heading for the door, waving to Rosie's roomates as she assured them that she'd text them as soon as they knew anything.

The drive to the doctor's office seemed to go on forever, though in reality it only lasted twenty minutes or so. Rosie spend the entire drive nervously drumming her fingers on the armrest, asking the Marco the occasional question.

When the finally arrived, Rosie signed herself in, and they sat down to wait.

Marco took Rosie's fidgeting hand in his own, "Excited?" he half-heartedly teased, his blue eyes were lit up, showing he was just as anxious as she was. The petite girl smiled up at him, and opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by the nurse walking into the room. "Rosie Brennan," she lifted her eyes to look at the couple as they stood, "You ready sweetie?" Rosie nodded. "Come on, then."

The two stood in front of the nurse, a plump woman with dark skin and long, curly hair. "You must be the daddy," she said, looking at Marco, who smiled back at her, almost blushing. "Yes, I'm the daddy." The words were new to him and felt unfamiliar, and the thought of raising a kid still scare the hell out of him, but he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't excited by the idea.
Rosie beamed up at him, her thoughts mirroring his own.

The nurse grinned at them, "Y'all make a really cute couple,"
She'd noticed the lack of wedding bands, and couldn't help thinking that they were awfully young, but still, the kids warmed her heart.

She led them down the hall, and into a small room where Marco helped Rosie onto the examining table. They nurse took down their information and asked a few questions, then let with her clipboard and told them to doctor would be with them in a few minutes.

After an excrutiating wait, a young blonde doctor appeared in the doorway, introducing himself as Dr. Johnson.

"Alright, Ms. Brennan, let's get started." he said walking, over to her. "If you would pull up your shirt, please." Rosie smiled semi-uncomfortably as she did so, and Marco noticed again that she was beginning to show.

"This is gonna be pretty cold," The young doctor said as he squeezed the blue-ish gel onto her sensitive skin. Rosie jumped as soon as it made contact, her hand instictively flying over to grasp Marco's arm, as he chuckled softly at her.
She shot him a half-hearted glare, but ended up smiling back at him anyways.

"Okay, here we go," They both looked up at the screen, giving it their full attention, and watched as the fuzzy image of their child came into view.

"Oh my God," Rosie breathed, her eyes wide. She glanced at the boy by her side and found him to be in a similar state. Their eyes met for a shot moment, both completely in awe of what was in front of them. This baby was no longer just an idea, a plan. It was a person, a tiny little person, and they could hear it's heartbeat and in a few months she would feel it kick. It was both terrifying and thrilling all at once.

"Can you tell us yet if it's a boy or a girl?" Rosie asked, suddenly feeling the need to no longer refer to the child as 'it'. Both men in the room could hear the tender happiness in her voice.
The doctor slid the wand around her exposed stomach, attempting to find a better view.

"It looks like it's a little early to tell," he said apologetically.
"That's okay," Rosie murmured, looking over at Marco again as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss between her knuckles. His eyes never left the screen.

"Everything's fine, and your child looks to be growing at the right pace." The young blonde man spoke, and Marco and Rosie nodded. "It's heartbeat is strong, and I don't see any redflags for anything. It's a little hard to tell at this point, but it looks like in a few months you'll have a healthy newborn on your hands. Not just let me print out some pictures for your two."

He flicked off the monitor, throwing a sorry glance over his shoulder.

As the printer whirred, Marco slid his arm around Rosie's shoulders, and she leaned against him, completely comfortable. She had tears in her eyes.

"How are you doing, mommy?" Marco asked quietly, a teasing lilt to his voice. Rosie giggle lightly as she brought a tapered hand to up to wipe her eyes.
"Excited," she said simply as he kissed her temple, and the doctor walked back over, carrying a few prints of thier baby. He handed them to Rosie, who smiled gratefully to him.

"I'll see you two back here in a month." he said, and they both nodded. "Y'all have a nice day,' he added over his shoulder as he walked out of the small room, leaving the door open for them to follow.

Later that night, after they'd made and eaten dinner, wherein Rosie loathed Marco for having a celebratory glass of wine she knew she couldn't have, they were sitting alone on the couch. Courtney and Molly, Rosie's roomates, had already gone to bed, and they had the small apartment to themselves.
Rosie was curled up against Marco's side, and he was idly combing his fingers through her hair while they flipped through the channels on the TV, before settling on some old movie that looked vaguely interesting.

Rosie sighed, reveling at how perfect everything felt right in that moment. She had been sure it would've been an utter disaster, but Marco had been a drea. Sure, they had fought from time to time, but it never lasted longer than a few minutes and then they were back to their usual banter. She had never been one to show much emotion, but she'd be the first to admit that she couldn't help but love Marco's simple little shows of affection. Everything from the arm he kept secured around her waist at almost all times, to the tiny kisses he was constantly stealing. She loved all the little habits and quirks that made him up. Like how he murmured quiet nothings in his sleep, and how he never ate the green M&Ms. Or the way he smelled, a mix of his body wash, the light scent of his after shave and something else that she couldn't quite place. She loved the way her tiny body seemed to fit perfectly under his arm, and how the shirts she wore were always so soft against her cheek. She could go on for days if you'd let her, not that she'd ever actually say any of this to Marco. She'd never live that down.

Rosie was broken from her thoughts when she felt his gaze on her. She looked up to find his brilliant blue eyes locked on her. She met his gaze, her fingers reaching out to toy with his hand. "What is it?" she asked, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Nothing," he replied quietly. "You're just beautiful."