Here I am standing, with my back to the door, trying to reach a book that somehow was thrown onto the very top of the bookshelf. As I'm reaching up, I'm enveloped. Long, muscular arms wrap around my waist and his head is right up against mine. We rock back and forth to the unheard music for a while, then come to rest up against a wall. We stay like that for a while as I can't help but melt into him.

"Read."

Oh, would'ya look at that. He's got a piece of paper in his hand. So, like the good little girl that I am, I read.

"Oh my God." I can't breathe. I can't move (like I would want to any ways).

"Is this real?"

"Very real."

"They said it was impossible."

"I just got it from the powers that be."

"Jaaaack."

"Saaam?"

"We're having a baby boy."

"I know. Thanks"

I laugh.

"Your welcome." That's my Jack.