A/N: Excuse me while I flail myself to death.

It was a perfectly rainy and delicious early spring afternoon that Lindsay was going to remember for a very long time. She was curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, not drinking it, but enjoying the fragrance and the steam rising from it. She was waiting for Adam to get home, and the time seemed to creep by slower and slower. She'd tried watching TV and reading and even cleaning the bathroom, but she kept getting distracted.

She checked her phone for the thousandth time, wishing he would just call and say he was coming home. Waiting was not one of her favorite things, but she didn't hate letting her mind wander either, so as annoying as it was to wait, she was still making do.

Taking a sip of the tea, she stood up and walked over to the window, opening it so she could listen to the rain. It splattered against the building and came through the screen, gathering on the window sill. Grinning like a little girl, she ran her finger through it, making little patterns before wiping the water off with her shirt. The door opened and she smiled as Adam walked in, shaking the rain off of his coat and hanging it by the door.

"Hey cozy," he greeted, walking over and dropping a kiss on her forehead. "Want to go out for dinner?"

"Sure. Special occasion?"

"Nope. All the more reason to go."

"Okay. Let me change and then I want to tell you something."

"Tell me what?"

"Just something," she hollered over her shoulder as she walked into the bedroom. He followed her and she tossed her t-shirt at his face.

"Something what?" he asked again, sitting down on the bed while she buttoned her jeans and turned to find another top in the closet.

"Well," she started as the hangers rattled against each other. "It's something I've never told anyone before."

"A secret? I like those," he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her back towards him.

"Hey, do you want me to get dressed or not?"

"That's not a fair question. Now what are you going to tell me?"

"You ruined the flow of the story," she grumbled.

"You wanna start over? Something you've never told anyone before."

She smiled and reached over to run her fingers through his hair.

"I've been waiting all day to tell you, actually more specifically like since four minutes after two and I wanted to call you and tell you but I thought it would be better in person."

"Most things are. So what's up?"

"Well first I was wondering if we had any plans for January?"

"January? Even we don't plan that far ahead. Why? Did you win a trip on the radio?"

"No, I was just thinking that we're going to be pretty busy. I mean, with a baby and all."

"A…what?"

"I'm pregnant."

His eyebrows shot up and he scanned her face for any hint of teasing or uncertainty. There was none.

"You… you are?"

"I took three tests. You look a little gray, honey."

His thumb made small circles on her skin and he pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her stomach.

"Are you happy?" she asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear him say it anyway.

"So happy," he replied, lifting his head to look at her. There were tears in his eyes to match the ones in hers, and they smiled together.

"I know we wanted to wait longer, but we've got a while to get ready."

"I never wanted to wait," he confessed, pulling her down into his lap.

"But we said like a year and then…Adam, I never wanted to wait either. Why didn't we say that?"

"Because waiting a while seemed prudent."

"I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?"

"Nope. And now I don't know if I want to go out and celebrate or sit here and stare at your stomach."

"Let's not do that," she said with a chuckle.

"I would be jumping up and down, but I think I'm in shock," he explained, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"That's okay. I'm a little overwhelmed too."

Their foreheads touched and his hand splayed over her back, pulling her closer.

"How?"

"Honey, you're kind of aloof sometimes, but I am pretty sure you know how."

"No," he chuckled. "I meant how pregnant are you?"

"You mean how far along am I?"

"Yeah."

"The doctor is going to have to confirm it, but I'm guessing just under six weeks."

"Six weeks and we had no idea. I mean, you didn't have any idea, did you?"

"Not really. I mean, I didn't have symptoms, and I never have my period on time anyway, so I wasn't even thinking about it. Then yesterday I felt really weird and I felt sick when I woke up this morning and I thought I might as well take a test because just maybe… and there it was."

"Two pink lines?"

"Actually it was a digital one, so it said pregnant, but in the general usage of the term, yes."

"Did it tell you six weeks too or something?"

"No, I'm just thinking… that one day…"

"Oh. Yeah."

They smiled and he leaned up to kiss her, still almost not believing that such a normal conversation, such a normal day could end like this.

"You're going to be a daddy," she whispered against his lips. "Does that totally rock your world?"

He chuckled and laid back on the bed, keeping her pressed against his chest.

"It really freaks me out," he admitted. "But I think it's supposed to be scary."

"Probably. I'm scared too."

"You have more reason to be scared that I do. I just have to hold your hand, you actually have to go through labor."

"Thanks for the reminder."

"This doesn't feel real yet," he said, tightening his grip on her.

"It'll feel real when I start puking for three hours every morning."

"Did you make a doctor's appointment yet? Do we get an ultrasound?"

"I have an appointment next week and an ultrasound sometime in the next few weeks."

"I'll make sure I can go with you."

"Thanks."

He sat up suddenly and crawled out from under her, heading for the other room.

"Hon, what are you doing?" she asked, amused.

"Googling."

"Googling what?"

"I don't know anything about pregnancy," he explained. She shook her head and stood up, grabbing a sweatshirt and putting it on as she walked out into the living room. He already had the laptop out and was waiting for the search engine to open. She grabbed her now lukewarm tea off of the side table, then sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and reading along with him.

"I don't think we're really interested in watching birthing videos, are we?"

"Most definitely not. Click on that other link."

He obeyed and they spent then next few hours reading almost every reputable site on pregnancy, eventually making notes to remember the important things. It was a very scientific way to go about it, but it made them both more comfortable and excited.

"You know, any other woman would be getting after me for not seeming excited, but you just sit there and let me read about lanugo on Wikipedia even though you already knew what it was."

"You spent two months reading books on marriage counseling before we got married, so I was pretty much expecting this reaction. I know you're excited."

He smiled and settled his arms around her, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"You're going to be amazing," he said. "This kid is so lucky."

"Double lucky," she replied, tracing his face gently. "I love you Adam."

"I love you too."