The pitter-patter of rain on cobblestones echoed in the background as a warm fire blazed in the hearth. Gwen and Peter were curled up on the couch enjoying the blissful quiet of early November. Smiling and turning to stare at the bright flames, Gwen inhaled slowly and let out a peaceful sigh.
Peter leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Darling, I've been thinking…" He started. Gwen laughed merrily, "That's never good." Peter sniffed and scooted over. "Well in that case, I'll take my kisses elsewhere." Gwen reached over and pulled him towards her. "Oh no you won't!" Running his fingers through her hair, Peter leaned in for a kiss.
Finally pulling away, Gwen laid a hand on Peter's chest. "You were thinking…?"
"I was thinking," He paused, warily. "That maybe we should…I don't know, um…have a baby?"
Gwen suppressed a smile and crossed her arms across her chest. Scooting father away from her husband, she frowned and said, "Well I guess you're just going to have to wait." Peter turned and looked at Gwen, very confused and mildly concerned.
"I've only been pregnant for a few days!" Gwen laughed as Peter's eyes widened and jaw dropped.
"You're pregnant?!"
She put her arms around his neck, "Yes. We're going to have a baby, Sweetheart."
Peter pulled Gwen into a tight hug as a smile spread across his face. "We're going to have a baby."