"I am pregnant." The knife that he is holding clattered on the table. I look at Gideon and he was staring at me gaping and wide eyed. "Pa-Pardon?" "I am pregnant Gideon" "Shit. Fuck. I am dreaming. This is not true. My Ella is not telling me she's pregnant. There's no way -" This the first tim
"Ella Rosen-Hower." I replied. From my peripheral I can see Gideon's eyes twinkling with happiness. He really loves hearing my married name. " Here is a form. Please answer it and then the doctor will see you. " I accept the form and thank her. To the Receptionist astonishment I gave the form t
I glance at Gideon and he is still looking at the screen. I squeeze his hand to get his attention. When he looked at me he is crying. "Why are you crying Gideon?" I ask worriedly. "I am just so happy Love." I smile at him. "Our little bean is so cute right?" "Yup just like his mom." God I hope
I always recheck our things. I am afraid that we might forget anything. My Ella is always complaining of back pain which worries me but the doctor assures me it is normal. I remember when she experience false labor on her 7th month. I swear I thought I am having a heart attack due to anxiety. The
"It 's a boy!" The doctor exclaimed. "You can cut the cord Mr. Rosen Hower." Gideon shakily cut our son's cord and they carefully place him on my chest. At 3:43 am Greyson Blake Rosen-Hower greets the world stubbornly crying his lungs out. 4kg he is a one chunky baby. Gideon and I are crying. W
I can hear Ella giggled. "I am afraid that one of these days our children will lock me out of the house." I complain. Ella brought my hand to her stomach and said "Well hopefully Gideon this one that is cooking on my stomach will be on your team." I stare wide eyed at Ella. "You mean." "Yup. K
"Oh hey dad. I did not see you." Jamison said. Parker as usual the one who is like mom's twin hugged dad and kiss him on his cheeks but immediately goes back to the couch and attach himself to mom's leg. Jamison did the same and comes back to the couch. Dad just deadpan stare at us. "Daddy!" Our
Tears streams down his face. I stood up and hugged my precious son tightly. I lift and place him on my lap and rub his back gently while murmur comforting words to his ear. I don't care that we are having a moment inside Mcdonalds. If my children needs me to comfort them even in the middle of the s