“What do you expect, Sweetheart? You are in fact seven months pregnant.” Adam comes into the room with my mug of tea and sits down, pulling my feet into his lap.

“I didn’t expect to look like a bloody beached whale, Adam!” The designer made a custom dress for me out of a beautiful light blue chiffon, which was gorgeous when I put it on. They say the camera adds ten pounds, well, if you’re pregnant it seems as if that number quadruples.

“You don’t look like a whale, El.” Adam rubs my sore feet while Sadie runs over to the telly and smashes her dirty hands all over it.

“Mommy! Dada!” She points at us as they re-air an interview we did at the Grammy’s last night.

“Yes love, that’s us,” Adam tells our daughter.

Sadie comes barreling over and throws herself onto his lap. She’s such a daddy’s girl, it’s beyond adorable. Watching Adam interact so sweetly with her brings tears to my eyes more often than not, even more so now that I’m pregnant and hormonal.

The screen cuts to Adam and the guys on stage performing, then to them accepting their award for Best Album. When the program switches to another artist, I click off the telly and sigh, closing my eyes so I can enjoy my foot rub.

“Want to go to the park today?” Adam asks.

“Adam…” I whine, “we just flew in last night after standing on that bloody carpet for hours in horrible heels. Aren’t you tired?”

He chuckles, “Well, I wasn’t wearing heels, so no, I guess I’m not.”

I laugh with him and pretty soon Sadie joins in, her high-pitched giggles ringing through our New York flat.

“Maybe you’re right, we should stay in and recover. Have family time.” He puts Sadie on the floor and leans over me, dragging a finger down my cheek. “You looked gorgeous last night, Sweetheart. You’re always the most gorgeous woman in the room.”

I reach up and run my hand through his hair until it rests on the back of his neck. “I love you.”

He tilts his head and brushes his lips across mine, “I love you too El. We’ll do the park tomorrow. Today, we’ll stay home so I can spoil my girls.”

Home. With Adam. The boy I met in first period in a shabby school in Lower Clapton so many years ago. We’ve been through so much to get here, it’s impossible to imagine doing this with anyone else. We still have so much to look forward to, a future together, and I can’t bloody wait to see what happens next.

Thank you!

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