Jack got home that night to a nicely cooked dinner from Rose. She had decided to cook an Italian pasta dish. It was Jack's favorite.
They both sat down and started eating their garlic bread. It was very quiet between the two of them which never happens. Jack looked to Rose.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything is fine." She said quickly.
"Um…okay…"
Jack thought that maybe a bottle of wine would help. He got up and grabbed an old bottle and started to open it. He poured two glasses…one for him and one for Rose.
Rose looked at the glass of wine and then to Jack.
"I can't….I mean…no thank you."
"Okay Rose, what's going on…you never act like this. Did something happen at work?"
"Yes, something happened…just not what you think."
"Rose, you can tell me anything you know that right?"
Rose started to get tears in her eyes.
"Rose…sweetheart…what's wrong? Whatever it is, we can get through it."
He went over and hugged Rose.
"I'm…I'm pregnant, Jack."
Jack took a double take. "You're…pregnant? With a baby?"
Rose looked at him.
"Yes…a baby Jack."
Jack picked Rose up and kissed her.
"I'm gonna be a dad!"
"You're not upset?"
"Why would I be upset? Oh my gosh Rose…we're going to be parents! I love you so much Rose!"
Rose laughed and wiped away her tears.
"I thought you would be upset because we haven't been married that long. Maybe you wanted it to just be the two of us right now."
"Rose…I'm happy as long as I am with you. And having a baby? I have always wanted my own family."
"Oh Jack, I'm so happy that you're happy!"
They kissed each other.