The look on his face was that of dismay and question. The statement at
hand, the one about Greenlee being pregnant was very alarming to him. He
laid in bed, still as could be, in complete shock from the recent
announcement. He stared deep into her eyes, and he could see that she was
hurting. He knew in his heart what he had to say to make this all better
for her. He had to be able to make it sound like everything was going to be
alright.
"Greenlee, it is ok!" he uttered in a quiet whisper, "I love you no matter what! Why were you so scared to tell me this news? I know that a baby is not what was planned in our lives right now, but what could it hurt to have a new addition to the Lavery family?"
He was so full of understanding, and comfort. Was he really ok with this, or was he putting on a show. Greenlee could not help but wonder about this. Thoughts were spiraling through her head. She was so amazed by what he had just told her that she broke down in his arms and began to cry.
"Shh ... Peanut, you don't have to cry or be upset," deemed Ryan as he pulled her close and placed her head on his chest, "I mean after all, you could not have gotten pregnant all on your own! I had something to do with it."
How could he try to be funny at a time like this? Greenlee could tell that this was not good news to him. It was written all over his face, so boldly so that you could have seen it across the room. She should say something to him, but what could she say? I'm sorry?
"Are you sure you are ok with this," she sobbed. "I mean, that is why I am going to that appointment today, to find out whether or not I can trust that stupid little dipstick. Maybe I should not have told you anything Ryan. Then there would have been no suspense for you. You could have just remained happy, and I could have told you when I found out. That way if there is no baby, then there is no disappointing you."
"Whoa Greenlee, slow down," he retorted, "This is great news, just think we may have made a baby." She gave him a slight smile, tears still streaming down her rosy red cheeks. "I know that this may not be the most opportune time to have a baby," he continued, "but you can not reverse what has already happened."
How did he manage to always do this to her? He could always make sense out of anything that troubled her. His only wishes were to see her happy, and that was all he had ever set out to do. Ryan was the perfect husband, always loving, doting, and kind. Greenlee stared into his perfect face, caressed his cheek and began to laugh. He did not understand this, but just hearing her laugh caused him to laugh too. Tears began to stream faster down her face then before.
"We could have made a baby!" Greenlee exclaimed, "This makes me so happy, you have no idea."
"I think I do, but why are you still crying? This is one of the happiest moments of our lives!" he retorted.
"These are happy tears Ryan. You and I, we may have just made a baby. A new little bundle of joy that we will bring into the world together!" she was so excited now, she could have screamed it to the world. She was going to give birth to a new baby Lavery, and it dawned upon her that this is exactly what they both had wanted. It was what they both needed.
"Greenlee, it is ok!" he uttered in a quiet whisper, "I love you no matter what! Why were you so scared to tell me this news? I know that a baby is not what was planned in our lives right now, but what could it hurt to have a new addition to the Lavery family?"
He was so full of understanding, and comfort. Was he really ok with this, or was he putting on a show. Greenlee could not help but wonder about this. Thoughts were spiraling through her head. She was so amazed by what he had just told her that she broke down in his arms and began to cry.
"Shh ... Peanut, you don't have to cry or be upset," deemed Ryan as he pulled her close and placed her head on his chest, "I mean after all, you could not have gotten pregnant all on your own! I had something to do with it."
How could he try to be funny at a time like this? Greenlee could tell that this was not good news to him. It was written all over his face, so boldly so that you could have seen it across the room. She should say something to him, but what could she say? I'm sorry?
"Are you sure you are ok with this," she sobbed. "I mean, that is why I am going to that appointment today, to find out whether or not I can trust that stupid little dipstick. Maybe I should not have told you anything Ryan. Then there would have been no suspense for you. You could have just remained happy, and I could have told you when I found out. That way if there is no baby, then there is no disappointing you."
"Whoa Greenlee, slow down," he retorted, "This is great news, just think we may have made a baby." She gave him a slight smile, tears still streaming down her rosy red cheeks. "I know that this may not be the most opportune time to have a baby," he continued, "but you can not reverse what has already happened."
How did he manage to always do this to her? He could always make sense out of anything that troubled her. His only wishes were to see her happy, and that was all he had ever set out to do. Ryan was the perfect husband, always loving, doting, and kind. Greenlee stared into his perfect face, caressed his cheek and began to laugh. He did not understand this, but just hearing her laugh caused him to laugh too. Tears began to stream faster down her face then before.
"We could have made a baby!" Greenlee exclaimed, "This makes me so happy, you have no idea."
"I think I do, but why are you still crying? This is one of the happiest moments of our lives!" he retorted.
"These are happy tears Ryan. You and I, we may have just made a baby. A new little bundle of joy that we will bring into the world together!" she was so excited now, she could have screamed it to the world. She was going to give birth to a new baby Lavery, and it dawned upon her that this is exactly what they both had wanted. It was what they both needed.