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20. We're Babysitting for Joe and Cecile

We're babysitting for my dad and Cecile. In the past, we always seemed to be too busy, but pregnant as I am now, we figure it's a good idea to actually see what we're getting ourselves into.

Barry is so excited to be a dad, it makes my heart melt. I'm excited too, but the look he gets on his face when he talks about the pregnancy and the nursery and possible middle names reminds me of the old days when he used to only talk about science and equations with such enthusiasm. Now he does it for our daughter.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks when he catches me staring at him from the doorway.

He's just laid a two-year-old Jenna down in her bed and brushed her cheek before pulling the covers up to her shoulders. He didn't know I was watching, though I'm wondering now if somehow he did.

"Nothing," I say with a shrug, unconsciously moving my hands over my baby bump.

He smiles, comes towards me and leans down to kiss my bump before meeting my eyes again, his twinkling a brilliant green.

"I already love our daughter so much."

I can hardly catch my breath when he talks like this.

"I know," I say. "Me too."

"And I love you," he says, as he intertwines our fingers and sets their hold on my belly.

"I love you," I say back, so taken with him he could probably ask me to do anything right now, and I'd do it.

He doesn't ask though, just bends his head down, and I lift my chin up, our lips meeting in a sweet, simple kiss. And I think to myself, this babysitting gig isn't half bad.