A/N: Inspired by Edoardo Ponti's poems that he wrote throughout Sasha Alexander's (Maura) pregnancies. The poems are published in a book, Letters From A Young Father. I can't write poetry to save my life, so I went with the letter idea.
The letters will vary quite a bit in length, but I don't expect the overall story to be that long, despite having 43 chapters (prologue, 40 weeks of pregnancy, 1 week after birth, and epilogue).
Dear Jane,
When I started writing these letters, despite the fact that I was writing them to our unborn child, I never intended to share them with anyone. I suppose, in a way, the letters became a sort of diary or personal journal. However, this morning, I watched you with our little one, and I realized that maybe I had been writing them for you all along. It was early, not even 5am, and I don't think you even noticed me watching. In all honesty, I didn't want you to notice me. Selfishly, I wanted to watch you being a mother when you think it's just the two of you because there's nothing more beautiful than the love you have for our child. I watched as the two people I love the most in the world – my whole world – sat together in the corner of the nursery in the middle of the night, sharing a love and bond that brings light to even the darkest of places.
My love, you are an extraordinary mother, and our little one is so incredibly lucky that you're "mama." I, too, am indescribably lucky that you are my love, my partner, my wife, and my co-parent. I wish I could put into words everything you mean to me, but I think that would take the rest of our lives. I never imagined that this would be my life. I never dared to hope for a partner like you or a life like we share. I promise to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me, to make you feel as loved as you make me feel, and to take as much care of your heart as you take of mine.
When we decided to embark on this journey of parenthood, I was scared…terrified, really. We both know that I don't have the best relationship with any of my parents. None of that mattered. I knew I would be okay – I knew we would be okay – because I have you…because our child would have you.
I hope that by reading these letters, you will better understand how much you mean to me and how much our family means to me. Jane, I love you with all my heart, and I love our little one with everything I have. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for supporting me, for raising a child with me, and for giving me a life and a future that is better than I could have ever dreamed of.
Love,
Maura