Sandy rolls over to face his wife, eyes still heavy with sleep, she is lying on her side facing towards him, still in a deep sleep, there is no way she will be waking up soon not that he minds, there is nothing he loves more than just lying there in bed and watching her. It has been a month since she told him and he is still a little disbelieving, they hadn't planned on it happening, she had taken nine weeks to realize she was pregnant or at least to get the courage up to take the test, it seems so new to him, almost as if he has never been though it before, 16 years is a long time, the first three weeks he was cautious not to get too excited, he knew the risks of miscarriage during the first trimester and especially considering the fact that they aren't exactly young anymore he was unusually reserved.

This morning she is lying facing him, her hands twisted behind her back, she always sleeps like that, with her hands twisted. He wonders how she can possibly be comfortable. The first three years of their marriage he used to reposition her during the night but come morning she would be twisted up again, after three years he gave up. Her hair is falling into her eyes, obscuring his view of her face but he can still see a faint smile creeping onto her lips. His eyes skim down her body, her breasts seem maybe a little larger but it is hard to tell while she is laying down, the black silk of her nightgown is clinging to every curve and bump of her body, he notices for the first time that her tummy is sticking out, just a little, enough for him to notice though, everything suddenly seems much more real and he can't resist reaching out and placing his hand on the tiny bump.

Kirsten wakes to find Sandy's hand on her stomach, a look of pure awe on his face, "Morning Honey." She says sleepily. "I was wondering when you were going to notice that."

Sandy places a lazy early morning kiss on her cheek. "I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, well maybe, but I don't mind, better than being woken up because I need to pee or throw-up." She smiled.

The last month had been hard on her, she was sick, pretty much every day, tired, well more than tired, exhausted, she had woken him one night last week sobbing that she was so tired she couldn't sleep, she had been pretty miserable, Caleb surprisingly had given her as much time off work as she needed so at least that wasn't an issue, Caleb actually seemed to be excited that he was going to be a grandfather again, which was a stark contrast to last time.

"The baby is too small for you too feel you know?" she asks only half jokingly.

"Yes, I've been reading the same books you have." He shot back defensively before softening, "This makes it seem more real, you know."

"I know." She replied, she felt the exact same way, when she had first noticed that she was beginning to show, she had burst into tears, a combination of pure joy and being scared half to death because this was really happening, not that the throwing up several times a day, peeing constantly and almost falling asleep after being awake for only a few hours hadn't made it real but actually seeing visual proof was something entirely different altogether.

"You hungry?" Sandy asked his stomach making a rumbling sound.

"Yeah, a little." She admitted although all she wanted to do was lay in bed with Sandy underneath the covers enjoying the morning.

She rolled out of bed and grabbed her robe, draping it around her shoulders without actually putting it on, mainly because she wanted to see if Seth or Ryan noticed her bump.

Sandy wraps his hand around her waist as they walk downstairs.

"Gross mom, robe!" Seth squeals as they enter the kitchen.

"Hey." Ryan greets them.

Seth is getting up to do his mother's robe up for her, when he suddenly stops, "Look Ryan, mom's got a little bump, is that the baby or did you just eat too much last night?"

Kirsten swats her son's arm, "Pretty cool, huh?" she asks him.

"Yeah." He says quietly.

Ryan, never one to be outspoken quietly chooses that moment to ask, "Have you thought about names yet?"

Suddenly the kitchen erupts with people yelling over people yelling over people; Ryan could have sworn there were 300 people in the room, not three.