It's All an Adventure that Comes with a Breathtaking View
Much like several other things in her life – her famous Drunkenness Scale or Panic Scale, just to name these two –, Amy's pregnancy symptoms come in a scale as well as months go by and bring her closer to the birth of her and Jake's baby.
It started with the usual morning sickness, followed with weird cravings her husband worked his hardest to satisfy as best as he could, then a very blissful period of her being constantly horny but now, as she's entering her seventh month of pregnancy it seems like they've reached a whole new level of her Pregnancy Scale: the crying spells.
Jake's coming home from a long day at work when he sees her sitting legs crossed on the couch with a binder displayed next to her. She looks up when she hears him and he immediately catches the tears falling down her cheeks and her puffy eyes. He hurries to her side, worried that something happened.
"You okay, babe?" He lowers down to her level and takes one of her hands in his. He gently rubs its back with his thumbs.
Amy sniffles and brings her free hand to her face, removing some of the salty pearls off her face.
"Yeah, everything's fine." She nods as she offers him a sincere, reassuring smile. Jake smiles back at her then lets his gaze wander down to what she was working on.
He recognizes the binder almost immediately; he's seen it before, during several occasions. That's where Amy keeps all the pictures and reminders of their story – things she collected through the years, even from before they started dating.
(Jake most definitely cried the first time she showed it to him not long after they came back from the cruise where they voiced how much they cared about the other for the very first time. He still teased her through his tears about how bad she had it for him for so long and she rolled her eyes before shushing him with a searing kiss.)
Right now it's open on the double-page dedicated to their wedding day. The sight of their overjoyed smiles as they're walking down the aisle as husband and wife instantly warms up his heart.
Despite everything that occurred, this was still the best day of Jake's life – although he's pretty sure the upcoming birth of his and Amy's child will beat it, if only by a few.
"Is this why you're crying?" His voice is soft when he lands his eyes on her and asks.
She nods again, looking away as if she's ashamed to admit a simple peek at their binder is what triggered this huge outburst of emotions.
"Yeah, I–… I wanted to fill out a new page with these pictures…" Amy hands him copies of past ultrasounds she had kept next to her and Jake's heart melts once more as well. "But then I got caught up going through the binder again and I just…" She takes a short pause. Jake stares at her as he waits for her to go on – he can see the tears start to well up again in her eyes.
(Damn, he wishes their child is going to have her eyes. He wishes it'll inherit a lot of her, to be quite honest.)
"We're gonna have a baby, Jake!" Amy lets out the last words through a sob, apparently hit with a new wave of emotions. "We were just colleagues and now we're gonna have a baby!"
Somehow, even if they've known it for months now, hearing her say that like this brings tears prickling in his eyes as well.
(He can't blame it on the hormones, though. Not that he wants to anyway. He's just so happy he's starting a family with the love of his life – these are not the first, nor the last tears he'll cry thinking of this new adventure awaiting them.)
Jake stands up and pushes the binder away a little to take a seat next to his wife on the couch. He opens his arms and invites her to comfortably settle against his side, which she immediately does.
"I know." He softly strokes her arm and plants a kiss on the top of her head. He then lets his gaze fall on her now very prominent stomach and his lips curve up in a dreamy smile. "It's amazing how far we've come, uh?"
"It is." Amy's still crying; he can feel her tears wetting his hoodie as she lets her head rest against his shoulder. He holds her closer and for a moment, none of them talks.
"I think I've reached a new stage in my Pregnancy Scale." Amy eventually breaks the silence when she's calmed down a little. She straightens up, her gaze back on Jake.
"You think?" He teases as he replaces a strand of loose hair that was sticking against her cheek behind her ear.
She gently hits him in mock-annoyance.
"Yeah. I've been crying all day about the most stupid stuff. Last time was because I couldn't find my phone and I got mad because I wanted to text you. Turns out it was in my pocket all along."
Jake retains a snort.
"Crying because you can't reach your amazing husband isn't stupid, though. I'd be upset too if I couldn't talk to me."
He offers her a smug smile and Amy answers with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head. It only makes him laugh a little harder.
"If someone should be called 'amazing' in this marriage right now, it's me. I'm the one doing all the work carrying our baby here, remember?!"
"I know, babe." Jake's tone goes from playful to suddenly full of sincerity. "And you are amazing. The best, even."
The smile he's wearing on his face is a lot softer now too. She smiles back at him, something big and filled with emotion – he can actually see tears forming in her eyes again, making them shine. Amy doesn't say anything; she simply leans closer to him and presses a soft kiss on his lips.
"I love you so much," she then eventually whispers.
"I love you so much too." Jake removes one lost salty pearl off her face with his thumb as they part.
"Wanna fill out this new chapter of our life together?" Amy points in direction of the binder after taking a deep breath to regain some composure.
Jake beams at her.
"You know I do."