“I’m so happy,” I whisper to him. He kisses my neck ever so gently.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
Soon, we’ll have to return to reality. We’ll have to go downstairs and rejoin the party like nothing has happened.
But once again, our whole world has shifted. It feels like an earthquake has gently shaken the foundations of our lives and moved everything a few centimeters to the left.
Everything is the same, but ever so slightly different. And when I take a pregnancy test soon, it’ll all be confirmed to us.
A new baby will mean more late nights, more stress, more hardships. It’ll mean giving up my free time again to focus entirely on a brand new little person. But I don’t mind at all, because it’ll also mean unimaginable happiness. And then, it feels like my family will be complete.
Five perfect children, one perfect husband. The recipe for a happy life.