Idina smiled as she looked out the window. Walker and Erika were playing basketball, with a catch: they were both wearing roller skates. It made them evenly matched. Erika could barely handle the ball and her technique was awful, but she could move on those wheeled shoes like a professional ice skater on ice. She had never taken them to a roller-skating rink, she realized.

Aaron came up behind her with a warm cup of coffee. He handed it to her and wrapped his arms around her, a fruitless effort as her circumference outdid the length of his arms. He kissed her cheek.

"How are you today?" he asked.

"Sexually frustrated," she told him.

"Oh?" he asked, shocked. He had not been expecting that. She had not either, but it was the first thing that came to her mind.

"My hormones are whack and we're not doing anything, and I can't do anything to myself because I can't reach, and I haven't shaved in months and it's uncomfortable."

"Oh," was all he said.

"Angelika thinks that's why I'm grumpy."

"Oh."

"Will you stop saying that?"

"You are grumpy," he observed.

"I'm eight months pregnant with your twins. And do not get any ideas if you put your hands down there, I am breaking your fingers. And anything else you try." She broke free from him and went out to the patio, where she sat down on the couch and put her feet up. Aaron sat down beside him, and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm actually really mad at you for having a working reproductive system. We were just supposed to pretend to try, love. Not actually get your nearly fifty-year-old wife pregnant. We are going to be stuck with them for eighteen years. I will be in my seventies by the time they leave. This was a bad idea. Why didn't you stop me? You're the smart one."

"I wanted it too."

"I didn't," she snapped. "I wanted to make you happy not to get pregnant. There's a difference."

"Drink your coffee, Dee," he said, hiding his amusement at her flushed cheeks. She was cute when she was flustered and mad and hormonal.

She stood up and threw it at him.

"Idina!" he shouted as she stormed inside. He pulled off his shirt. It was hot enough to make his skin red and tingly. At least she had missed his crotch.

He followed her inside.

"What on earth what that?" he asked in a raised voice.

"Was what?"

"You threw boiling coffee at me? What the hell?" He got closer to her.

"I never said I wanted a cup of coffee!" she said, her voice raised too. She got right up in his face.

"That's not a reason to throw it at someone."

"Then shut up. Your voice is annoying," she spat.

"What's gotten into you today?" he huffed, taking a step back and crossing his arms.

"I'm pregnant," she said, drawing out the word like as if he were dumb and that would help him understand.

"That's not an excuse." He took a calming breath, remembering his promise never to yell at her. "What's wrong baby?" he asked.

"I'm not your baby. I'm a grown adult."

"You're acting like a child," he muttered under his breath. She had mood swings before, but not this bad. He tried not to think that it was the brain damage. It was all hormones. She was about to pop. All hormones.

"What?" she asked. "Speak up so I know why I'm mad at you."

"You're acting like a child," he growled making her recoil.

"If you can't handle a child how are you going to handle two crying babies Mr. I'll-be-the-stay-at-home?" she spat, still taking a few steps back. Her face was stone cold. Her arms were crossed. She was a level of livid he had not seen before. "Huh? How will you? I told you I am not looking after them. They are your problem. You're lucky I'm carrying them for you."

"I'll handle it," he said calmly, reaching out for her and trying to deescalate the situation. He was suddenly back in therapist mode, trying to deal with a difficult client. "Dee, I can handle it. I can handle you."

"I don't need to be handled!" She was close to shouting.

"You're right," he sighed.

"Don't back down now," she taunted. "Come on, tell me what you really think. Think I cannot handle it? Cannot handle it without turning myself into a situation that you need to deal with? You do not have to deal with me. Unless that is why you married me. Someone you can deal with and manipulate with your psychology masters. A meal ticket? Look at all this stuff. Can you even afford to clean that shirt you threw on the floor?"

"Where is this coming from?" he asked, completely lost. Everything was fine last night. They had had another scan yesterday. They were three weeks away. He knew she did not want him to go to the conference, but they had known about this for a while and had made arrangements. They had already talked it out.

Just the hormones, Aaron reminded himself. He could not understand what it was like having them raging through his body and to be in constant pain and discomfort. They were probably spiking and going crazy right now. She was having hot and cold flashes. Not to mentioned she had had an extensive seizure test yesterday to make sure the camera flashes would not trigger one. It had left her grumpy and with a headache, but some cuddle time with the kids (who were getting along better than ever) and a cozy night in had made it better. Or so he thought.

Idina shrieked and buckled over.

"Dee?" he asked, going to her side. She tried to shove him off, but she gasped again and clutched her stomach.

"Leave me alone," she growled through the pain.

"Are they coming?" he asked, his lips betraying him with a hopeful smile.

"No," she huffed. "Stupid contractions." She sighed as it subsided. "They're going to get a whole lot worse, yay me!" she deadpanned. She pushed him off. "Wipe that idiotic grin off your face or I will do it for you."

That just made him grin more.

"I said stop it," she growled, and he instantly stopped. It was not funny anymore. She was seriously mad at him. The last time she was this mad Walker had been six and broken tens of thousands of dollars worth of someone else's stuff in a tantrum after being told multiple times to stop. Needless to say, Idina owed a debt to that producer for not firing her or suing her into oblivion and scandal.

"What are you trying to do, Dee?" he asked softly. He wanted to know her endgame. If she was picking a fight to fight or if she were having some complex feeling she could not process. It was harder for her to process stuff sometimes. If he knew what was wrong, he could help. That is all he wanted to do, help. He wished to his bone marrow that he could heal her, emotionally, physically, remove all the scars, fix her brain injury. Heal her outside and in. He wanted to be her everything, but he knew that was impossible.

"Nothing," she said in defeat. "Don't," she warned as he took a step closer. "I'm still pissed."

"Fine," he said, raising both hands in surrender.

"I hate you," she spat again, sitting down, and turning away from him.

"Why baby?" he asked, coming forward. "Did you get some bad news?" he asked. She was getting lots of news, all the time. Form their lawyer, from her doctors.

"Leave me alone," she growled again, turning to him in a wild frenzy.

"What's the bad news?" he asked softly, taking her by the wrists and slowly lowering them to her sides. "What's wrong love?"

"Nothing," she said. "I'm just really mad at you right now. You are a pain in the ass, and you think it is cute and I want to throw something at your face. Put a bloody shirt on. No one wants to see you shirtless."

"Come on, you can tell me anything."

"Why do you think something's wrong? Are you really so hard-headed that you can't see that you're the problem?"

"How do I fix it?"

She huffed and broke her hand free from him. "You can start by being less annoying. Oh, stop it!" she said, looking down at her stomach. "Just stop assaulting for one second. If you were not inside me, they'd lock you up for assaulting a pregnant woman." She huffed and glared at her stomach with a glare that always got Walker to do whatever he was told. "It's not working," she muttered in exasperation.

"Dee, this isn't good for the babies," he said firmly. "You're stressing—"

"I'm not stressed," she hissed. "I'm glowing with maternal love."

"You are, or if you're not stressed you are stressing your body. Neither of which is good for them."

"What do you know about it?" she snapped. "You're not the one carrying them. You have not read all the books, gone to every single appointment. You do not have to feel them every single day. You did not get a fucking brain injury because you were trying to protect them from your crazy ex! You had one orgasm. That is it. You have not been through all the trial and error I have been through. You have no idea what's good and what's bad." When she was done, she sighed in relief, suddenly lighter.

Aaron tenderly reached out for Idina. She shuttered at his gentle touch as he pulled her to him. "You are right," he said, rocking her back and forth. "I have no idea how hard this is on you." He kissed her temple. "That's why you are so amazing and why I love you so much." He rocked her for a few more minutes. "Did you sleep last night?" he asked.

"I tried, but I couldn't," she replied.

"Why," he asked gently and tenderly, planting another kiss on her forehead.

"Well, a lot was going on in my head. Our next court date is just two weeks after their due date, but I do not want to push it further I just want this over with. And normally the twins do not sleep when we do and they have a nice fit at 11, but that did not happen. And then there was not one all night and I was just waiting for it. Then I got it and I peed myself because one of them thought it would be funny to punch my bladder and I think my spleen is bruised." She sighed. "I know they're supposed to rest a bit more, settle, or whatever it's called when they're ready to come, but it scared me."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I'm not rational. I have a brain injury. And I am pregnant. I just threw coffee at you because I was mad you opened your mouth."

"It's okay, I'm not hurt," he said. He did not tell her to talk to him or anything like that. He just held her.

"I'm going to pee again," she said, jumping up and rushing to the bathroom.

Then she swore. Aaron saw a trickle of liquid rush down her inner leg. Idina swore again and walked to the bathroom. He followed her and closed the door behind him in case the kids came inside for a snack. There were tears in her eyes as she peeled her ripped jeans off and held them out in disgust.

"It's okay Dee," Aaron said.

"No, it's not," she huffed. "I'm forty-eight, I should be able to hold my bladder. I have been peeing myself since I was forty. Ask Joby if you do not believe me. Now you have to clean up after me too. Maybe you should just sign me into a home while you are at it. No bladder control, memory loss, twitching. Those are granny needs to go symptoms."

"Stay here," he said. "I'll get you a change of clothes. If you want some help, I will help, 'kay? I still love you, babe."

She looked up at him lovingly and his heart melted in all the good ways. "I don't know what you see in me, but I'm glad you see something."

"You're carrying my children," he said. "I'm literally inside you. I'm a narcissist, by the way, love," he joked and winked as he took her pants and underwear from her.

They did not talk much for the rest of the day and Aaron was slightly shocked when she crawled into bed with him, not opting for one of the two remaining guest rooms on the other floors or kicking him out. She had been passive-aggressive and irritable all day, but she had not thrown any more hot beverages at people and opted to spent time with the children over him.

Idina curled up with her body pillow, back to him.

"Still mad?" he asked gently.

"Mhmm," she replied, groggy. "I told you not to get the green one."

"What?" he asked.

"The green one Taye, is that so hard to remember? Don't buy the green one," she muttered. "It's disgusting."

Aaron got out of the bed. He needed to get her letter and present it to her gently. He did not want to scare her.

"Where are you going honey?" she asked.

"Dee," he said softly. "Memory issues," he muttered. "I'm looking for something, give me a sec babe." He went through her purse on the couch.

"You sound different-" click. Alight went one. "Babe? Who are you!"

Aaron pulled out the letter. "I'm me, Dee, I'm your husband," he said, not approaching. He pointed at a picture of them at the bedside, just for this occasion. "I don't want to scare you. You are having a memory lapse. Everything will be okay."

Idina was panicking. He could see it in her wide eyes. She looked over to the picture, then back up at him and shook her head.

"Where am I?" she demanded.

"Dee, you're at our house," he said. "Please calm down, it's not good for the babies."

She looked down at her stomach and screamed.

"Mom?" Walker was at the door in an instant. "Mom, are you okay?"

Idina's face when placid for a moment as she studied Walker, no signs of recognition appearing. Her lapses were getting worse. Despite everything they tried to tell themselves, they were. She needed to be put on some medication, even if it was a trial, as soon as the children came. They could use formula. Formula would not hurt them as much as having a mother who was not sound.

"W-Walk?" she stuttered.

"Mom?" he asked again. "Mom, it's me." He took a few steps forward.

Every muscle in Aaron's body was tense as Walker made his way towards the bed. Idina was frozen too, but there was a spark in her eyes that gave Aaron hope.

"You're so old," she muttered, touching his face.

"I'm ten," he said. "I'm not old."

Idina looked up at Aaron, concerned.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

"I-Ummm, no," she said, pulling Walker closer to her. "Who are you?"

"That's Aaron," Walker said. "You married him remember? You love him. Movie love love and you do the grown-up kissing things and sex," he informed her. "And he put the babies inside you, only he put one and you made it two for some reason."

Idina put her head in her hands and shook her head. "No, I don't remember," she said. She picked up the picture form the bedside. "Who's the girl?" she asked.

"That's Erika," Walker said. "You want to adopt her. She is my big sister."

Idina started crying. "I don't know any of it," she said.

Walker hugged her and Aaron approached cautiously. He slowly sat down on her other side.

"It's okay, Dee," he said softly. "It'll come back. You had a stressful day. You'll be better in the morning." He waited for a second, then extended a hand to rub her back. She went stiff for a moment, then melted into in, leaning on him. He pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, Chickadee," he said.

"Yeah mom," Walker said. "It's okay. We love you." Idina still had an arm around him and he nestled close to the two of them.

"Will it get better?" Idina asked, her tears drying up. "It's scary. I don't want to wake up every day scared because I don't know who you are."

"Yes," he said. "It'll all be better in the morning. When the twins come there are some medications they can give you that might help."

She inhaled sharply, her hand going to her stomach. "They're vicious little ones, aren't they?" she asked.

"Sometimes we can see their feet making an indent in your bump," he said. "We're going have two large, happy boys," he told her. "Won't that be nice?"

"Maybe," she muttered. "If I could remember them. And I do not want large babies. They have to come out, you know."

"I'll help you, mom," Walker said. "I'll help you get the babies out."

Idina chuckled. "You're going to help by staying far away. You do not need to see the 'miracle' of birth just yet. It was too much for your daddy, you know. He had to take breaks. I wish I could have taken a break."

"How long was it?" he asked.

"Eight hours. You were pretty quick, I was lucky."

"Eight hours?" he asked in alarm.

"Like I said, pretty quick."

"Aaron, you're not allowed to do sex to mommy anymore if she gets pregnant," he informed his stepfather. "She's always sick and in pain. You're awful," he said.

"Idina and I chose to do this together," Aaron told him. "She knew what was involved."

"I can safely say I do not remember making any agreement on having more children," Idina said. "I also don't remember the conception, ultrasound, pregnancy test or anything else. And who told Walker about sex?"

"We did."

"He's too young."

"Kristen told Lincoln and Delta and they're younger than me," he said.

"Kristin told who?"

"Her children?" Aaron offered. "With Dax."

"Kristin doesn't have kids," Idina said. "Isn't she a runaway bride?"

"Kristen Bell," Aaron clarified. "You're thinking of Kristin Chenoweth."

"Who's Bell?" she asked through a yawn.

"I promise Dee, you'll remember tomorrow. You always do, why stop now? Please, come to sleep. I'll move to a different room if it makes you more comfortable." He did not tell her she had a press screening tomorrow or any of the big things she had forgotten about. She would remember and then everything would go back to normal. Stuff always happened when she was stressed and tired. She was both now. "It gets worse when you're stressed and tired," he said as she yawned again. He rubbed her back.

"I can tell you love me," she mumbled to no one particular.

"We do, Dee," he said. "Everyone does and everyone's here for you."

Walker yawned and Idina told him to go to bed. He went without complaint.

"My back hurts," she told him, looking up at him with big pleading eyes, still puffy from crying.

"Want a massage?" he asked.

She nodded. "If it will make it feel any better."

"It will, I learnt from you." He positioned himself behind her and started kneading at her back. She groaned as he got the first few knots out. "All good?" he asked when he was done.

"Yeah," she said. "We got married here?" she asked.

"Yes," Aaron said with excitement.

"I think I remember a bit," she said.

"That's amazing," he replied. "Now lay down," he directed, tucking her in and helping her adjust the pregnancy pillow. He knew exactly how she liked it. "I'll go to another room," he said. "I don't expect you to want to fall asleep beside a stranger, it's not fair to you." He got up.

"No," she said, grabbing his hand. "Stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she replied. "Stay. I can tell you love and respect me and I can feel deep down inside I feel the same way. I just do not remember it. I don't want to be alone anyway."

"Okay," he agreed, walking around the bed, and crawling on the other side. He stayed as close to the side as he could, giving Idina all the space she needed.

"You can come closer," she said with a laugh.

He came a bit closer.

"Closer," Idina said again and they kept it up until they were cuddling. Idina made soft happy noises as he wrapped her up like a burrito. "Aaron?" she asked. "What's wrong with my head? What happened?"

"You got hurt," he said. "Trauma to the head. There was lots of swelling. Luckily, no clots. Some of the damage never healed and the doctors do not think it will. I am sorry I did not protect you. I should have, but I was too scared to do anything. I'm just so glad you're alive, you have no idea."

"That's not telling me what happened," she informed him then yawned again. She pulled him and she sheets closer. "I'm cold," she mumbled. "I didn't do it to myself, did I?" she asked. She sounded scared and small.

"No, Dee, it was not your fault. Not your fault at all." He took a risk and kissed the back of her head. She did nothing. "I promise Dee, it wasn't."

"Then what happened? Was it a car crash?"

"No."

"Skiing accident?"

"No."

"What then?"

"I don't want to tell you," he admitted. "I know, you know, or you will. It is not nice. I do not want to burden you with it. Not after today. Please just go to sleep. There's some magnesium or melatonin if you can't."

"What if I don't remember you tomorrow?" she asked.

"You will," he told her. "And if you do not, then I'll tell you what I told you tonight and we'll work through like we always do. But you won't."

She pulled his arm closer again so that they were pressed up against each other. He could feel her still shivering. He offered to get another blanket even though he was sweating, but she said she did not want him to move. He did his best to pull and fold the blankets up around her and make her warm. He knew she had fallen asleep when she started making cute, short whimpers with a smile on her face. She was having a good dream. He kissed her shoulder and turned off the light

~

Idina woke up, sweating, and with a splitting headache. She was bundled up like a burrito and she was tenting in winter. Aaron's strong arms were around her and his face was in her hair, his nose brushing her neck. She could feel his breath down her back.

She felt odd. Yesterday was... fuzzy. Had she had an episode? She raked her brain, trying to piece yesterday together. She remembered being very mad at Aaron for something and judging by her recollection it was probably not justified. It was all coming back slowly.

Idina reached out to the water glass on her bedside table, shivering as she broke her seal and cold air flowed in under the covers.

"Mmmnhh, Deeeee," Aaron moaned, his breath tickling her. He pulled her closer and she smiled, leaning back down against the bed. "I love you," he mumbled, fumbling over the words, and drawing them out. It sounded like he was sleep talking. He buried his face in her shoulder and kissed her, making her smile.

She took his hand and leaned back more. His hand went to her bump and rubbed it. One of the twins started kicking and soon the other one start.

"Thanks," she muttered. "You woke them up."

He kissed her shoulder again. "I love you," he said again.

"I love you too," she said. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I am sorry for throwing coffee at you. That was not fair."

"No one's hurt," he said. "I shouldn't have been laughing at you when you were mad." He kissed her shoulder again. "Are you warm? I love you so much Idina Kim," he muttered hugging her tightly around the shoulder. He moved closer so that his face was now semi resting on hers and their legs intertwined.

"I'm almost too hot," she admitted. "But I don't want to move."

"Good," he said. "Because you're my baby burrito right now and I'm not letting you go." His thumb rubbed her bump as he spoke to her. She smiled at the love that poured through his tired words. "Today's a big day and everyone's going to want a piece of you so you're mine for the time being."

She felt his grip slowly slacken as he fell back asleep. Hugging her pillow, Idina wished right now she had something to hold onto. The overwhelming love pouring into her form her husband was seeping through her skin and she wanted to swaddle something and snuggled it close the was he was doing with her. She smiled and squeezed her pillow, trying to fall back asleep. If Walker has not woken them up yet, they are not sleeping in.

Idina slipped into a fitful sleep. This time it was not Taye. It was just some figure, someone, maybe a manifestation of her worse fears, beating her, hurting her, hurting Walker. She tried to stop them, but then they hit her stomach and she lost the twins and she went into labour, delivering her dead babies with their heads bashed in and she cried over their bodies while they were still attached to her via the umbilical cord. Then Aaron left her, calling her a murderer and she was alone once again.

"Dee," Aaron was gently shaking her awake. "Wake up love, you're having a bad dream," he said softly.

"No," she mumbled, tired and suddenly aware of her migraine. "Sleep," she moaned as she sat up, her eyes still closed. She shivered as the blankets left her and Aaron wrapped one around her. She opened her eyes and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him into a hug. With a sigh of relief, she kisses his temple. "I love you," she said. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. It was hormones and that's not an excuse for how I acted."

"It's okay, Chickadee," he said.

"I had an episode last night, didn't I?" she asked.

"Yeah," he admitted. "But you're good now. It was not that bad. You still had feelings for me, just not the memories. It helps a lot when you still love me."

"I think it's getting worse. I have a migraine."

"You've been stressed."

"We can't just write it off as stress," she said as he rocked her, and she clung to him. "There could be something seriously wrong in my head and we're just ignoring it."

He sighed. "I know, Dee. When the babies come, we will put you on some drugs and see if they help. If they do not, then we try something else. If they do, then we celebrate."

"If they make it worse?"

"We take it as it comes."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's not your fault. You are not to blame for what Taye did. You are not to blame for protecting the twins. If anything, I should have stepped in."

"Who would have held Walker back?" she asked. "Then we'd both be hurt. You've got survivor's guilt."

"Maybe a little," he admitted. "I just stood there. I'm a terrible husband."

"No, you were looking out for Walker and not escalating the situation. You are the best husband in the world."

Aaron scooped her into his lap, making Idina chuckle about how much of a workout she was giving him. He kissed her, saying it was his pleasure to do the heavy lifting since she was carrying it all the time.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, then reassure her it was fine if she said nothing.

Idina reached over to her bedside table and took out her journal. She started by just writing down the details of yesterday, then asked him not to look while she flipped to her dream section and wrote it down. She placed a bookmark at the start of the dream section and told him he could read it while she drew herself a bath. If he wanted to talk to her about it, he would have to climb into the tub with her and bathe her. He kissed her ear and thanked her as she got up. First, she went to check on Walker and Erika. It was earlier in the morning than she had expected, and they were both fast asleep. Then she went back to her room, where Aaron was sitting hunched over her journal and drew herself a bath.

Sometime later, her husband came in, stripped, and got into the tub behind her. He took to soap from her and started slathering it across her body. Sighing, she leaned into his chest, closing her eyes as his hands ran over her body.

"Dee, don't fall asleep," he mumbled, but she could tell he was tired as well. "You're supposed to talk to me and sleeping in the bathtub is dangerous."

"Talk to me then," she said, curling up a bit against him, unintentionally making his job a bit harder.

As he massaged and cleaned her skin, he talked to her. Asking her questions which she answered truthfully. Kissing her as well, letting her know how much he loved her right now and how brave she was. He made her feel safe and promised never to leave her as he started to rub shampoo into her hair. He even helped her shave.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Mom?"

"Yeah Walk?" Idina called.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked. "Can I come in?"

"Do not come in," Idina said. "And yes, I'm feeling better."

"Why can't I come in?"

"We're naked Walk," Aaron said. "I'm giving your mom a bath."

"Aw, not having a sex?" he asked. "I thought that would make her feel better."

Whispering, Idina turned to Aaron. "Is he disappointed were just bathing?" she asked.

Trying not the chuckle, he replied: "I think so," in a whisper.

"Can I come in?" he asked again.

"No Walker," Idina said firmly.

"But you're just having a bath," he whined. "I want to come in."

"Do not come in or you will be in big trouble," Idina said. "You won't come to the event tonight. It's still early enough to find you a sitter."

"Aww, okay," he said, trudging off.

Aaron kissed her neck, chuckling, his chest heaving up and down with her on it, bringing a smile to her dainty lips. Idina looked up at him with a grin on her face and their lips locked. Her mouth opened for him, her hands going up to pull him closer, pull her closer, into her hair, cupping his face, doing anything to make the lovely feeling raging through her body stronger. There was a plop as Aaron dropped the soap, wrapping his arms around her and giving himself the perfect vantage to coax a long groan form her.

Breathless, the pulled apart, their eye locked on each other.

"Do that thing with your tongue again," Idina ordered, still short of breath.

"Gladly," Aaron replied.

He did it, but slower. He made her beg for it. Their world expanded even though they were trapped in the now lukewarm water and small tub.

Suddenly Idina pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think they hate us kissing," she muttered. Little indents were popping up on her stomach. "They're giving me a hard time about it. Think they're jealous?" she asked.

Aaron nodded as Idina climbed out of the tub and wrapped herself in a white bathrobe. Aaron followed suit. Before she was able to leave the bathroom, he caught her and planted kisses on her bump. She smiled down at him as he kissed each little footprint that appeared.

"Soccer player for sure," he chuckled against her skin. "Hey there little guys, it's daddy here. Can you be good for mommy, please? I know it is gonna be really loud today, but it is a big day for mommy, and she would really like it if you could be calm, just today. I know you wanna come out. I want that too. I cannot wait to meet you, little munchkins. And so does mommy and your big brother and sister. They cannot wait to meet you either. We've been waiting eight months, what's three more weeks?" He peppered them in kisses and rubbed her stomach. "I'm so excited to meet you. I love you both so much. You are so lucky; I hope you know that. You have the best mom in the world, and she fought so hard to keep you two alive. She might have some bad days sometimes, but she's going to do absolutely everything for you two and I hope you realize how lucky you are."

He rested his head against her bump. She ran a hand through his hair with a smile on her face.

"You did a pretty good job shaving," she told him as they went back into their bedroom.

"You're welcome," he said. He pulled his camera down from the shelf as she pulled on a loose dress. "Can we get an after shot for the baby book?" he asked. "The sunlight's just right to make a good silhouette."

She rolled her eyes and opened the blinds, shaking her head as Aaron directed her to pose. After taking a few pictures, then changed out of his robe, ready for the big day.