Lucky Girl (Lucky In Love)

“The doctor called it an advanced maternal pregnancy, Eamon.”

“Okay,” I say, not understanding what that means.

“It’s a geriatric pregnancy. I’m old. My womb is old.”

“Don’t cry. You’re not old, baby. It’s just medical nonsense,” I tell her.

“A baby, though.”

“A baby. Everything will be fine,” I promise her.

“I know. I know you’ll make everything better.”

“Always,” I say, leaning over to kiss her. Using my thumbs, I wipe her tears.

“This is happening,” she says, taking a calming breath, which I mirror.

A son, Edwin Neil was born nine short months later and our lives were never the same.

Fiadh always says she’s a lucky girl but I’m the lucky one for sure. I know that I am the luckiest man in the world because she’s by my side every day, making me a better m and I wouldn’t change that for a fucking thing.