"What do you think?" Doug has just removed his hands from my previously covered-up eyes, waiting for my very first reaction with almost boyish impatience.

This explains all of his playful and amused secrecy. All of his hushed phone calls, sneaky emails to different people and the need to often dash off to be somewhere else over the past couple of months. This, explains it all. "So this is what you've been up to, then?" My wide-eyed and enamoured gaze has a lot to take in. A lot to wonderfully now take in.

"Welcome to our new home." Doug proudly announces. "Well, new for you...newly decorated and refurbished, for me." His brown eyes are gleamingly now bright. So bright and wide with simmering excitement. "Do you like it?"

Did I like it?

Did I like how even more beautiful this place now looked?

"Um, it's......" I can't seem to find the words. I honestly can't find the right and justifiable words.

"If you don't like it, then you can talk to the decorator's." Doug has taken my stunned reaction the wrong way, completely the wrong way.

Turning hard, I just throw my arms around the back of his neck. "Sometimes, you talk too much." Then using one of my fingers to tenderly press it against his mouth, I'm teasingly telling him to now be quiet. Once hushed, I turn back around to stare at Doug's childhood home. The home that looked so stunningly the same on the outside when we first arrived back here, yet now looks so respectfully different on the inside. "It's so amazing." Dreamily exits my mouth, while I continue to adore all that I can see. The house truly does look amazing, so amazing, I eagerly now want to see the rest of it.

Doug widely smiles, before being more than ready to show me what he has been sneakily doing to the well-loved house. From room to room, Doug has thoughtfully updated them all. Key pieces of precious furniture, cherished photographs and belongings of both his parents, have all been treasured and preserved within the respectfully done revamp of the family home. "Anything you don't like, just say." He casually tells me, while we wander happily around the rest of the house.

But there was honestly not a single thing I would change. This house, is nothing but perfect. "And this is now all ours?" My hands are cradling my five month old baby bump, cradling it with quiet joy.

Coming up behind me, kissing my neck and now embracing our baby bump himself, Doug whispers into my ear. "Yeah, it's now all ours. I just couldn't get rid of this place. I want our child to have the happy childhood that I had here." Stroking more of my stomach, Doug keeps his voice so quiet against my neck. "I'm putting the apartment on the market, and in about a week, we can move in here. I think we'll all be really happy here." He then kisses me again, nuzzling the warmth of his face against my own.

Stunned, but in the most happiest of ways, I place my hands on top of where Doug's are settled on my stomach. "I know we will."

Inhaling hard with unsaid satisfaction, Doug gives me one final kiss to my neck before moving in front of me with his hand held out. "Let me show you the room that I think will be our little ones nursery." With entwined hands, Doug leads us past what is to be our bedroom, to the bedroom that is right next door.

The room is large, with high ceilings and the most beautiful of timber sash windows. The room is completely empty, but imagining our baby being within it, absolutely fills my heart to the beating brim. "I thought that we could decorate this room together?" Doug says with loving expectation, eyeing the room with his own brown-eyed wonder.

You know that moment when you're so happy, so insanely happy that it just makes you want to cry?

Well, I'm in that moment.

I'm now immersed in that wonderful and overwhelming moment.

"Frankie?" Hearing my tiny and silly sniffles, Doug soon has his arms all around me. "What's wrong?" He is worrying, just like he so often sweetly does. "I'm sorry, I should have told you about all this, shouldn't I? It's all too much, isn't it? It was meant to be a surprise. I've been planning this for a couple of months, but I really sh—"

Again, my finger is pressed up against his worrying mouth. "You really do talk too much." I'm laughing through my happy tears, laughing because I love this man so, so, so much. "This house is perfect, just like you are." Removing my hushing finger, I slowly lift my chin to kiss those soft and sincere lips of his.

Bringing me closer against him, Doug kisses me back. With relief, with shared happiness, with joy and with the most possessive of passions. He kisses me, until I actually weaken a little in his adoring hold. "Making your knees tremble, am I?" His shapely brows cockily waggle back at me.

Shaking my head at his cockiness, I am quick with my reply. "Nope! Just a bit of fluid retention around my knee caps." Is my quick-witted answer.

Laughing, Doug gazes down at our precious baby bump. "Maybe those weak knees of yours won't be able to handle the walk down to check out my new studio, then?"

Excitement soon flickers between my lashes. "New studio?" I ask with a pleasant lilt.

Taking my hand again, Doug starts leading the way. "I've moved everything from the main studio in London, to here." His hand happily clenches mine while he starts walking a little ahead of me. "The studio is bigger and better here. They'll be no need for me to travel to London anymore, because this is now the main DiCarto base. This is where all the magic will be created." His warm spheres are alight with happiness, such illuminated happiness. All that is important to Doug—me, our baby, being at home, his music—will now all be in one permanent place.

Taking me to the back of the house, Doug is soon opening the door to his brand new music studio that's been newly built just for him.

When he said he had moved everything from the main studio in London to here, he really wasn't joking. All of the necessary equipment for him to produce his music, is indeed now here—computers, digital work station, mixers, decks, synths, controllers, DJ software, monitors, headphones, sound system, audio interface, his vinyl and CD collection—it's all ready for him to immediately now use.

"Tim and Lanky have both helped me get this all up and running." Doug gestures for me to go fully inside of his new studio. "We even had room to put in this football table." He pats the top of it with a boyish smirk. "What do you think?" Doug now asks me, talking more about the studio as a whole.

My eyes are wandering everywhere, from all of the equipment to the football table and the new black leather sofas. "It's a really homely studio." I now smile at him, Doug knows that my smile says that I really do love his new producing place.

Reaching for my hand, Doug then says. "There's one more surprise." With a gorgeous grin, he takes me to the other side of the studio. "Open that door?" His grin grows even more gorgeous.

Smiling, I do as Doug asks. When I open the door, my mouth actually drops open and an involuntary gasp of sheer excitement is all that is heard for a second or two. Bringing one hand up to my breastbone, I truly can't believe what I am seeing. "Oh Doug." Is all that will quietly come from out of my mouth, it's all I am capable of actually saying. My delighted feet, take me a little further into the vocal booth. My hand reaches up to touch the microphone and the pop filter, caressing them both with a smile curling up the corners of my lips. Then my fingers fondly graze over the headphones, eyeing them with the yearning to put them on my head. But instead, I turn all of that happiness and that yearning inside of me, to Doug. "You done this for me?" I look at him, needing to erase any of the space that's now between us.

Once I reach him, Doug quickly cocoons me within his arms. "Of course I did." Placing his tender mouth onto mine, his kiss is lovingly brief. "I'll do anything for you...anything."

Holding him so tight, I just know we are going to be alright. We have never been parents before, but I just know we are going to be alright. Both Doug and I have been through so much in our lives, and we have both learnt from all that we have been through.

Life can be difficult, it can be painful.

It can also be unpredictable and overwhelming.

But life can also be eventful and amazing.

It can be spontaneous and fulfilling.

When I first met Doug, I think my heart was prodded awake by him. It began beating a lot quicker around him. And now, here we both are, in love and waiting to become parents.

If you are strong and patient enough, I believe that love can save us all. It wasn't until I fell in love with Doug, did I realise that I even needed saving. But I think I did. Just like Doug's—my life would sometimes overtake who I really was inside.

I think both of us had damaged hearts, and our damaged hearts were drawn to one another because of our passion for music.

Doug loved my voice, I loved his musical artistry.

Music was our magnet to one another.

Love and music is now our glue.

I just know that our child is going to be loved. It's going to be surrounded with so much love and wisdom. This cherished child will have wonderful grandparents in both my mum and dad, and a cool and zany uncle, in Tezzer. He or she will also have the fun support of auntie Nancy, who will no doubt share many warm and hilarious moments with our little one. Who knows, Nancy and Tim may even have a little one of their own one day? They have been getting more and more serious, week on week. I sense a collaboration of a different kind could be very much on the Nancy Nelson horizon.

I think that even the quiet and sweet Lanky, will play a big part in the life of our child. He is close with Doug, and growing more close with me, I am sure he will be just the same with our little DiCarto.

This baby is going to be so loved and so wanted.

So loved and wanted by all who love and support us, and of course, so loved and wanted by its very own mummy and daddy.

**The video above is: BEAUTIFUL CREATURES - ILLENIUM ft MAX**