Author's note: Once again I apologize for the shortness, school and work eat up my life, but I promise to make it up big time in the next and final chapter.
She was lying in bed, looking out at the sunrise. The first morning light bathed her beautiful body. She heard Tony walking up the stairs, and smiled when she remembered he wouldn't let her get out of bed, intent on brining her breakfast.
"Ok honey, I brought you pancakes, waffles, eggs, toast…" he started saying as he opened the door.
"Tony, you made all that?" she asked.
"Michelle you are 8 and a half months pregnant with my child, and I'm going to pamper you until our baby comes" he said with a smile.
He set the tray down and gently caressed her belly. He loved feeling the baby; it made it all feel so real
"Come on Michelle eat up, our little girl needs some food."
"How can you be so sure we're having a girl?" she asked in a playful tone.
"I just know, and hopefully she'll be just like you, sweet, smart, compassionate…"
"And have your sense of humor" she said.
"You know we do still need a name" he said matter -of- factly.
"Actually I was wondering if we could we name her after my mother?" she asked, looking slightly hesitant, hoping he would say yes.
"Of course, Emma Almeida, I think it fits perfectly."
After breakfast Tony drove Michelle down to the beach, her favorite place to take those walks the doctor had suggested. She loved hearing the sounds of water, and hoped her baby could hear them as well. It brought her a sense of peace and rhythm, also it reminded her of her mom, they used to sit in the sand together and just listen to the music of the water.
"What are you thinking about honey?" he asked, slightly concerned.
"Nothing, just wish my mom could see our baby."
He leaned over and put his arm around her waist.
"I know you do sweetheart."
They continued to walk for a while, until Michelle felt a little tired and Tony made her sit down. He was extra protective these days. The first few months of pregnancy had gone normally, but in about the fourth month Michelle started having some medical complications, so Tony kept his eyes out for any signs of miscarriage or harm to her. And because of those months he just couldn't help but be a little over protective of her.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice Michelle gripping her stomach, like she was in pain.
"Baby what's wrong?" he asked; panicking a little at the sight.
"I'm sure it's nothing, just a little cramping, I…Oh god Tony, I…I think my water just broke." She was starting to panic herself as well; she knew it was early, she didn't feel prepared.
"Ok baby look at me. We're going to be fine; we need to get you to the car." He couldn't contain his excitement as he helped her up. They started walking back to the parking lot, him holding onto her arm just in case.
He opened the door for her, and she looked at him with a little smile. Their heartbeats synchronized in that moment, their eyes locking, understanding each other's ever thought and emotion.
"We're having a baby!" he said.
