Paul's pov.
"So it wasn't me?" I ask. "No… It was just a… bad pregnancy." I couldn't stop myself. I ran to her and picked her up. I hugged her body close to mine. "I missed you so much baby. Please don't leave or scare me like that again. Please." I beg. I feel her smile against my neck and take a deep breath. "I love you to." She says. I pull away looking into her eyes. "You left the hospital before I could say it back to you… I love you to." She says, a smile on her lips. My heart feels like its going to burst, I lean down and gently kiss her lips.
"You know. I can walk." she asks frustrated "Yeah, but I don't think you should yet, you should rest. Plus I like carrying you around, makes me feel special." "You sure are special…" She grumbles under her breath. "Hay! Don't get mean!" She smiles as I put her down on her front steps. She smiles up at me and leans against my chest. "Was that so bad?" "Nah, maybe you should carry me everywhere." She says. "That could be arranged." I say kissing her forehead softly.
"Ready to go in?" I ask, already hearing everyone inside the house. "Jap, I'm good." I lean down and whisper in her ear. "I love you." She smiles. "I love you to." She stands on her tip toes and crashes her lips to mine. Man I love this woman.