Blair was sitting at the kitchen table. David was at the hospital, and she had tried to save dinner for him, but eventually decided to eat alone. She was hungry, and as much as she hated to admit it, she knew her pregnancy was beginning to affect her lifestyle. She was used to waiting until midnight some nights, just to have dinner with her husband, and now she was ravenous by six o'clock. She looked down at her watch. It was only seven o'clock, but she was tired. She decided to take a shower, and lay down for a while before David came home.
Blair came out of the bathroom, combing her wet hair, and laid down on the bed. Before long, she heard the front door open. David walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to her. He leaned across the bed and kissed her softly on the lips. Blair smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "Did you have a rough night at the hospital?" she asked as she kissed him again.
David smiled. "Not really. All of my patients are doing okay tonight." He held her close, and placed his hand on her stomach. "How are you feeling?" he asked her.
Blair pulled away. She hated it when he fussed over her because of the baby. It made her feel guilty because she was still unsure about her impending motherhood. "I'm fine," she said softly.
David looked concerned. He knew Blair loved him and the baby, he just didn't know how to help her recognize this as a blessing. "Did you eat yet?" he asked her. Blair nodded her head. David smiled. "I almost forgot," he said happily. "I brought a surprise…for the baby." He walked out of the room.
Blair watched him walk out and felt immense sadness. He loved her. He wanted their baby. He wanted a family. Why couldn't she feel the same?
She placed her hand on her stomach. Tears came to her eyes. She remembered when she was first pregnant with Debbie Jo that Danny would come home with baby gifts every day. They had been so excited at the thought of their little bundle of joy. Blair was thinking about this situation…this baby. Of course she missed her daughter, but she knew that this was her child as well. And this baby needed her. Even though she hadn't planned it, she was going to be a mother again. She needed to accept that, because if she didn't, she would be betraying this child. "This is my child," she thought to herself. "I love this baby."
Blair wiped her tears as David came into the room. He was carrying a box and put it on Blair's lap. He saw her smudged tears. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Blair shook her head. "Nothing," she said softly. She opened the box. She looked down and saw a tiny white T-shirt with the words, "I love my mommy" printed on it. She pulled it out of the box, and began to cry. She hugged David tightly. "I love you," she said. "And I am so proud to be the mother of your baby."
David held her close and wiped her tears from her cheeks. "I love you too sweetie, and this baby is lucky to have you for a mommy."