After I woke up and had gotten back to my bedroom, Sherly followed me back. She must have heard the door creak. She sat beside me and prods her nose on me until I give in and let her crawl up. Knowing she isn't allowed on the bed, rolls all over and finally settles on my legs. Hours later I feel a nudge on my shoulder. I brush it off, thinking Sherly woke up and wanting attention. I feel it a few more times before I open my eyes and see a face, inches from mine. I panic for a moment and scoot back slightly. Then, I recognize the face, it’s my husband. Confused and worried, I ask 

“Is everything okay?” realizing my panic, he quickly responds 

“yeah, I just wanted to go to the store and was wondering if you need anything.”

 “oh, not really. But can I go with you?” I ask sheepishly, embarrassed at my fear.

 He smiles and says 

“Of course.” 

I get out of bed and ask if we have time for me to hop in the shower. He says he’ll wait on the couch and I grab my clothes and walk to the bathroom. As I get in the shower, I start thinking about how our lives will change. I hurry to get out of the shower and go to get dressed. I put on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt and slip on my nice converse. I step into the living room and my husband stands up. He looks me up and down smiling, seeing me dressed in real clothes for the first time in a while. He looks down to his worn down boots and says

 “I think it’s time for me to get some new shoes.”

 “yeah, those don't look too good.” I say, giggling. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asks. 

“Uh, yup. I'm ready. Are you?” I say sarcastically. 

I grab my coat and head out to the car. I check my phone and see the time. 3:30 p.m. I freak out quietly, realizing I slept all day. My husband laughs as he sees my horror at the time. I huff at his reaction as we pull out of the driveway.

While we drive, he seems somewhat distracted. I assume he is thinking about what this child will do to our lives. I look over to him dramatically so he looks over to me too, I smile and tell him I love him loudly. He turns back to the road, smiling and flustered from the surprising outburst. We get to the store and end up with a lot of food, and dog supplies. I decided to pick out some vitamins that I heard were good for pregnancy and meet my husband in the shoe section. He is looking at a pair of work boots, but I go straight to the converse and pick out a pair in his size. I walk over to him and put them in the cart. He looks over and laughs, as he puts the work boots in the cart too. We walk towards the checkout and I slip in a few ingredients for brownies we didn't have at home. We get checked out and I, being the self-proclaimed world champion 1 trip grocery carrier, grabs as many bags as I can and walk out to the car. 

“Need some help?” my husband asks, watching my waddle my way to his car.

 “Nope!” I shout, almost making it to the car, before he catches up and takes some bags from me. 

 We get to the car and get all the groceries in the trunk. I get in and he makes his way to the driver's seat. The moment he turns on the car, I crank up the heat, shivering in my seat. He laughs and we head home. Once we get home, I take about half of what I had attempted to take earlier and walk to the door. My husband unlocks and opens the door, and as soon as he twists the doorknob, Sherly shoots out of the door, running circles around us. I laugh as we walk into the house. Sherly starts jumping on me just as I step into the living room. “I got this” my husband says, taking the bags from my hands. 

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to leave him with all the work.

 “It’s fine, I can do it. Go sit down.” He says. 

I go and sit on the couch, petting Sherly. He brings in all the groceries and puts everything away. While walking into the living room, Sherly runs over, circling him, on his way to join me on the couch. He sits, and pets Sherly while she wiggles in place, trying to squirm her way onto the couch. He looks down at her, with a worried expression. I recognize that look. He's thinking about his father. He has always been afraid of turning into his father. He has told me many times, and we’ve talked about his anxieties towards parenting. He is scared of not being there for his child. And not being a good father when he is there. He doesn't want his child to turn into a spoiled brat. Or being like him when he was young. But I don't fear that of him at all. He is kind. And sweet. And always tries his hardest to be there if you need it. If he cares about you, there is nothing that could stop him from being there for you. And I know he already loves this baby. And that once it's born, he will love it more than anything he has ever loved before. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Everything is going to be alright. I promise. I love you. You know that, right?” I say, grabbing his hand.

 “I sure hope so. And I know, I love you too.” I squeeze his hand and smile. 

He still looks worried as he stands up and says 

“I’m going to go work on my car, do you need anything before I go?” 

“No thank you. Be safe, my love.” I say, beginning to worry about him. 

“Okay, I will.” he says before walking into the garage.

I sit with Sherly before deciding to start on dinner. I let my husband know dinner won't take long and walk into the kitchen. I make seared chicken and potatoes. I make brownies too, but I dont tell him. I wait until I hear him coming into the house before putting the brownies into the oven. We sit and eat while Sherly begs under the table. I start to smell the brownies cooking right as my timer goes off. He looks up in confusion as I get up to take my brownies out of the oven. I set them on the counter and go back to the table. We finish eating and I take the plates to the sink. I cut up the brownie and give myself a bigger piece. He prefers corner pieces, while I prefer the middle pieces. I put them on 2 clean plates, and as I walk into the living room, I smile, handing my husband his slice. We put on a movie and enjoy our brownies. Once the movie is over, I take the plates to the sink and wash all the dishes from dinner. I walk to the bedroom and hear the shower on in the bathroom. I get into my pajamas and get in bed. I roll into a burrito right as I hear the shower shut off. I look towards the door giggling as it opens. I laugh uncontrollably to his shocked reaction. I unroll as he gets dressed and toss him the remote as he gets into bed. I adjust the blanket over us and giggle as he puts on a movie. 

“What are you laughing at?” he says with a sarcastic look on his face. 

“Nothing, you're just cute.” I say smiling.

 “Yeah, sure.” he says, rolling his eyes, unamused. 

“You are!” i say, nudging him.

 “Okay.” he says, still not believing me. 

How many years of telling him he is adorable until he believes me. I cuddle up to him as he gets comfortable. I smile to myself and close my eyes, drifting to sleep.