“And you’ll make an appointment to see a doctor? Tomorrow?” he asks.
“Yes, Dylan.”
Dylan’s eyes shine as he scoops me into his arms. “And we plan?”
I wrap an arm around his shoulder. “Yes. Planning is good.”
As he carries me towards the bedroom, I rest my head on his shoulder. His understanding of me and the situation remind me how stupid I was.
“Did you really worry I’d freak out and wouldn’t want this?” he whispers as we spoon in bed.
“Maybe a little.” I run my fingers along his forearm and pull his arms tighter around me.
“Everything will be okay,” he murmurs, and places a palm on my lower belly. “I love you, and I have enough love for all of us.”