A/N: I love writing details and thoughts in first person but man… writing conversation is difficult! I'm going to be trying to do more of it, thanks for being my guinea pigs!

- Henry's Point of View

This has been the wildest week of my life. There isn't even a close second. As if being the victim of a dirty bomb attack at an education conference that my own fiancé was a part of planning… what she told me after was the most amazing thing I've ever heard.

I didn't realize how crazy it really was until she told me everything. Of course I'm not mad at her for not telling me right away, she was in shock, just like I still am. I'm actually kind of glad she didn't tell me. She obviously knew the gravity of this and knew that this news had to be delivered at just the right time. There was something else she told me when we were talking about it that actually made me thankful that she didn't tell me right away.

"When I think about it and realize that eventually the entire world will know about the baby… our baby… there was a little bit of peace in knowing I was the only one that knew."

I never thought of it that way… while we can keep our lives private to a great degree, there are some things we can't keep private. Those are the things that make their way around the world too. It's going to be like our engagement… but bigger. I, of course, wouldn't bring this up to her but the unwed, pregnant Secretary of State being just a few heartbeats away from the presidency? Heads will roll.

She told me at the perfect time, at least when my heart seemed to stop for a second I was already laying down. I know you tell the story of your engagement to plenty of people and they don't necessarily ask about how you told your significant other this kind of news. She was able to be five minutes late… but it was really 10. She was getting dressed after we finished and I can still recall all every word.

"So I think I've figured out what Maureen meant by her comment." It was a great way to break the silence.

"Oh yea, I don't know why she would think that. She's got to know, like us, that isn't really a possibility." I'll admit, I should have realized what Maureen meant the second that she said it but I didn't think that was possible and the Havana Syndrome made way too much sense for it to be anything else.

"Henry…" I could hear the nervousness in her voice but I didn't really realize what it was at the time. "I took a pregnancy test a few days ago…" That was the statement that really caught every bit of my attention. "I'm pregnant."

There have only been a few times in my life where I think I've had that much emotion flow through me in such a short amount of time. I didn't know whether to laugh, to question if it was true, or just completely shut down from pure shock.

We had talked about this so many times but I think we both thought it would be something that never happened. Sure we didn't do anything to prevent it but I didn't think we really had anything to prevent.

"Oh my god…" She had been standing in the doorway, waiting for my reaction and that's all I could come up with. I immediately jumped out of bed and wrapped my arms around her. "This is amazing." I whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

She was the one who pulled away and I understood why. "I love you." She told me just before she told me she needed to get to work. "Ali and Jason are going to Max's this weekend, do you want to celebrate?" She asked me as she walked out the door.

"Of course." I told her as she smiled at me. I watched her walk out the door as I took in the news still.

This is scary, I won't lie. I'll be nearly 70 when the baby graduates high school, there's no doubt I'll be the oldest dad in class. Realizing I'll be the oldest dad at preschool pick up made me realize Elizabeth will probably be the oldest mom at the hospital…

My excitement was replaced by fear when I realized that. I don't know how I got over losing Michaela… but I can't lose Elizabeth. I'm sure the odds of losing two wives during childbirth isn't very high but I didn't think the chance of Elizabeth getting pregnant even existed so I hope lightning doesn't strike twice.

I wonder what her due date is… I imagine she'll also want our ceremony to be before she gets to the truly uncomfortable phase of pregnancy. This probably means everything we've planned for June 3rd will change. I wouldn't have it any other way though.

Even with all my worries, I'm in the most blissful shock someone can be in. The last 48 hours feel like I'm really living a second chance at life… with the woman I love, and our children… all of them.