"Dillon, should I take my pink robe or the purple one?" I ask one afternoon. Dillon is sitting in the overstuffed armchair in our bedroom, watching me repack my hospital bag for the fifteenth time that week. He smiles as I hold up the two articles of clothing, one a cotton candy hue made of chenille and the other a lavender silk piece.

"Both of them make you look beautiful, honey," he replies noncommittally. He knows better than to poke the bear, so to speak. My ninth month has me bigger and moodier than ever. One false step can turn me into a sobbing puddle of Spencer.

"Nice try," I smile, tucking the pick one into the bag. Pulling the zipper closed, I hand it to him to carry downstairs. Just three days short of my due date, we had been practicing dry runs and making final preparations all week. He has been patient and understanding, just trying to make sure that I am happy.

"Do you want to repack Lucca's bag now? I can help you," he offers, holding out his hand as he starts for the hallway. I nod and follow him into the nursery. "Why don't you sit down and tell me what to do? You tell me what to pack, and I'll put it in the bag."

"Okay," I agree. "Let's stay with the same outfit. Your mom is really set on him wearing that home." Dillon obediently sets the powder blue cashmere sleeper back into the small back. Tracey had taken Dillon home from the hospital in that very outfit, and she had given it to me last week to do the same for our son.

"What about this blanket?" he asks, holding up a fleece receiving blanket with ducks.

I shake my head. "I want the one that Liz got for us." My husband pulls it from the armoire and adds it to the bag. "Get the blue hat and booties from Lucas and Brook Lynn. And the silver Tiffany rattle from Carly and Jase." Dillon packs the aforementioned items into the bag and looks up at me expectantly. Satisfied, I nod my head. He closes the bag and throws it over his shoulder with my suitcase. His own overnight bag sits at the foot of the staircase, the items the same ones he picked out last week when I finally made him pack one. As always, his focus is on Lucca and me; he really hasn't had time to worry about himself.

When we reach the foyer, I watch as he easily glides into the living room. It's hard to believe that he was in a life threatening accident less than three months ago. He turns around and looks back at me suddenly, a sly grin playing across his pert mouth. "I have another surprise for you."

"Dillon, you always have a surprise for me," I laugh. Crossing the room to meet his open arms, I lean heavily against his body, letting my head fall onto his shoulder.

"We're going to dinner tonight. At the Metro Court, just like on our first date. The same jazz band is going to be in the club, and we're going to go dance. We'll take Grandfather's Bentley. Then, I'm going to drive over to Silver Street, and we're going to dance beneath the streetlight. And we'll come home and make love in our bed all night long. Our life is about to change yet again, and I want us to celebrate it by reliving the night that began it all."

"I'm due any minute. I don't know if I should really be gallivanting all around town," I worry.

"I talked to Dr. Lee, and she gave her permission. She said this might be enough to push Lucca over the edge."

"Well, in that case, let's do it."

"Good, I have a dress waiting for you upstairs in the closet. I'm going to pick up the car and change into my tuxedo. I left it at the mansion. Be waiting for me in an hour downstairs."

"Yes, sir," I say with a crisp salute. Leaning over, I quickly kiss him on the cheek before running up the stairs. Throwing the closet door open, I am thrilled to see what he has picked out for me. It's black and closely resembles the one I wore on our first date. The stretchy material allows for my full stomach, and it fits me perfectly. Admiring myself in the mirror, I am proud to be the wife of someone who knows me so well.

An hour later, I am dressed to the nines in the black dress from Dillon and matching ballet flats. My hair is piled on my head in a mass of blonde ring curls, mirroring the style from that night. As the car pulls up in front of our house, he excitedly jumps out of the car and hurries over to escort me to the luxury vehicle. His arms are full of bright red roses, there must be at least two dozen. "For you, my wife."

I take them and bury my face in the silky crimson petals. Inhaling deeply, the intoxicating sweet scent fills my nose. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"Beauty for beauty," he remarks, pulling the door open so that I can slide in.

"Do you think we'll see Georgie there?" I ask as he pulls out onto the road. I close my eyes and think back to that night, how his eyes had gone from fixating on her to me. So much had changed in the months since then. He barely spoke to his ex-wife, and if they did, it was usually in passing. She had settled into a relationship with Diego and was going to school at PCU. We had agreed to be civil but to maintain our distance. They would always have a bond as each other's first love; however, in the end, I proved to be the love of Dillon's lifetime. And he is mine.

"Well, things really would come full circle then," he answers as he turns into the Metro Court driveway. Pulling up to the door, he throws the keys to the valet, waves him off and helps me out of the car. His actions are true to our first date as we are led to the corner table. We eat the same food, down to the dessert on the house from Carly. Diego and Georgie are not there, not that either of us would have noticed if they had been. We're too wrapped up in each other. He even gets whipped cream on his nose again, kissing my wrist as I wipe it away.

After dinner, we go down to the club. It's empty. "Where is everyone?"

"I rented it out for the night. Rather, ELQ rented it for the night. This performance is for you," Dillon tells me, snapping once before the music strikes up. The songs play in the same order, down to the Al Green version of "I Can't Get Next to You." We make out in the hallway and then head for the car, fingers intertwined in our customary web. He kisses me on the forehead, rubbing my stomach affectionately before helping me into the car. True to his word, he heads to Silver Street.

"And this one goes out to the one he loves," the announcer says over the airwaves. The acoustic tune plays, and I know that this is for us and that I am the one Dillon loves.

"Kiss me," I whisper, urging him to capture me in his caress. He does as our mouths wrestle for control. We become breathless as his hands travel down my back and he pulls me tightly against his body. "Kiss me," I repeat. He obliges again.

Pulling back, he grins at me. "Kiss me," he whispers. I stand on my toes and lean forward. Tracing his bottom lip with my tongue, I go in for a kiss. He starts to ask for another but my kiss stops his words. We look at each other and before I know it, we're back in the car. He's careful but quick on the way home. The way his hands move across my body, it's as though he'll stop breathing if we break our touch. Running up my thigh as we wait to merge onto the freeway, rubbing my arm when we make a left turn, cupping my chin at a red light, it doesn't really matter as long as his skin is against mine.

Once we are home, we start to kiss again. He walks up the stairs backward, never breaking the connection as we head for our bed. Lifting the dress over my head, he stops and gapes at me in amazement. "You are so damn beautiful." I step into his arms again, tugging on the edge of his shirt is desperation. Leaning my head, he kisses a soft trail along my neck, across my collarbone and atop my shoulder.

His hands find their way to my waist, lifting me until my legs wrap around his body. He walks us over to the bed, laying me on my back in the layers of sheets and blanket. Leaning over me, I have to say it. "I love you." It's a moment, another moment, that I will never forget. Hungrily, he kisses me again, but my body spasms with something other than pleasure.

He leans back and looks down at me with a slightly disgusted look on his face. "Ew. What was that?"

"My water just broke."