Sam woke promptly at 5:00 as her alarm clock went off. Slipping quietly out of bed so as not to wake Danny, she sat on the floor and did a few stretches before she changed into her sweat suit and went out jogging, the brisk September morning air making her feel more alive than ever. Guess I'm not the only one awake at this hour. Sam thought as she felt the infant squirm inside her. One little trick she had learned by herself was that patting her belly where the infant's derriere should be helped calm it as it shifted.
"Would you guys like to know the sex?" Dr. Clemeza asked as she moved the ultrasound device over Sam.
"No thanks, we've agreed to wait until after the birth to find out." Sam replied.
"Well, Sam, it seems that you've put on a few pounds since your last visit." The doctor said as Danny and Sam sat at her desk.
"So, are you saying I should lose weight?"
"Actually, it's healthy for a woman as far along as you to put on weight, so no."
"That's good."
"That's very good. So far your pregnancy's been going along just fine."
"So, Danny, I was wondering what we're going to do about painting the nursery." Sam asked on the ride home.
"I was thinking that we could paint it white, and then, when the baby comes along, we paint it blue if it's a boy."
"And if it's a girl?"
"Well, knowing your disdain for the color pink, I was thinking pastels."
"How about purple if it's a girl, red if it's a boy?"
"Why don't we compromise and paint the nursery dark blue with a purple trim, no matter what the kid's gender is?"
"How about sky blue with an amethyst trim?"
"Very well, then."
Sam awoke that night to find herself flying over the city, cradled in the arms of her husband, who landed by a very familiar looking spot at the local park. "Recognize this bench, Sam?"
"This is where you propose to me. Oh, Danny," Sam replied, tears welling up in those deep, violet eyes, "I love you so much."
"And I love you, too. I'd die for you, Sam." He said, the sincerest expression on his face. As they sat, Danny reached through the bench, pulling out two champagne glasses and a bottle of sparkling apple cider, which had been chilled by the night air. They sat there, just the two of them, under the stars, not saying anything. They didn't need to. Sam gazed into his sparkling emerald eyes, those eyes that promised and meant everything to her. Seizing the moment, she leaned in, taking her time, until finally they were no longer separate, but two bodies moving as one.
