Lily skipped across the field like a ghost. I swung the picnic basket back and forth through the air as I followed her, at least a mile behind. I was used to falling behind, she had a habit of running off, of disappearing from my sight like a child. 

She vanished at a small hill that lead down to a river bank, I carried on walking with a small grin on my face. I crushed my boots against the wet grass of the bank, stepping over twigs and leaves that were left behind from the storm yesterday. 

Only Lily and I would be brave enough to go wandering around after a storm. If it was up to us, we would have been out in it yesterday. The twins were spending the day with Rosie, doing God knows what, so we had the entire day to ourselves; something that was rare these days.

Down the path, I noticed something on the floor, wrapped in a tight napkin. I reached it and bent down to retrieve it, opening it up in my hand. It was a biscuit. A round biscuit with an odd pattern across it.

I cocked an eyebrow, not thinking much of it. Was she trying to tell me that she's hungry and I needed to hurry up?

I wrapped it back inside the napkin and shoved it in the picnic basket, continuing down the river bank just as the sky began to rumble. 

I didn't understand how we could be having another storm when it was meant to be summer. I kept that thought to myself, Lily sure did love her storms. Almost as much as talking. It was definitely a tie.

I sighed as I came across another napkin, this one was neatly tucked around a small object that resembled some kind of pendant. I rubbed it in my hand, it was a gem stone with January written across it. 

Was this . . . a birth stone?

Now I was completely confused. I put that into my pocket and I proceeded toward the end of the river bank that opened up to a giant canal. I trudged myself up the mini hill, just as the first droplets of rain began to fall. 

Lily stood at the edge of the canal in the short distance, her blue scarf swayed in the breeze as she looked at me. I thought I had seen her in every possible way that could define her beauty, but right then, she still managed to take my breath away. 

She fidgeted with the white bandanna around her hairline; it allowed her curly, dark hair to fall effortlessly down her shoulders. She wore a bright white low-cut top with tiny denim jeans and a leather jacket. I stood there for a moment, just looking at her. Once again, I was questioning how the hell it was possible that she was mine. Even after nine years together, I still caught myself wondering how I managed to get her. 

I found my feet, and I approached her with a smile. She cocked her head up at the light rain, absorbing the fresh air. 

"So?" I said. "Are you going to reveal all or do I have to guess?"

She narrowed her eyes for a second in disappointment. "You didn't figure it out?"

"Figure what out?" I asked, clueless. "A biscuit and January aren't the best clues to go on."

"It was a rusk," she said, grinning. "And a birth stone."

"A. . . rusk."

"Mhm."

I knew what that meant. My eyes dropped to her stomach, to where she gently rubbed it while chomping on another rusk. 

"Make a baby, sexy." she giggled.

"You're pregnant?" I said in one breath.

"We have had a lot of sex," she widened her eyes. "I'm going to put my money on the time in the bathtub two weeks ago."

She's making jokes. She's actually making jokes. I stared down at the ground, consuming this information without wanting to run away.

"Jason," she whispered, she started closing the distance. "What are you thinking?"

"I d-don't know." I said honestly, I rubbed my chin, glancing at the lake. 

"You're scared it's going to be twins again." she said.  

"Oh, there's a lot of things I'm scared of right now."

"Relax, the odds of having twins again are well, high," she burst out into laughter, making me point my eyes at her. "Sorry. They run in my family," she shrugged, smiling as she looked at me. "We have the twin gene. Could even be triplets."

"Stop." I smiled, gently pushing her shoulder.

She came back to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She leaned in to my face, so close that I could smell the rusk on her coconut lips. "The point is, whether it's twins, triplets or quadruplets, we can afford it. We'll make it work."

"You're sure?"

She nodded. "Three tests sure."

"You are the Queen of discreet."

"I know right!" she giggled. "At least I didn't waste a bacon sandwich this time."

"Still wasted a biscuit though," I said, making her lean backward. "Where are you hiding those things?" 

I began rooting her pockets and she laughed out, trying to escape me. I picked her up, turning her in the air as the rain fell harder. She screamed as I tickled her, kicking her thin legs in retaliation. 

Eventually, we both made it to the wet ground. She turned over, propping herself up on her elbow and her sharp, blue eyes pierced into mine. 

"What?" she whispered, her finger began trailing down my chest. 

"I love you." I said.

She widened her eyes, confused by my statement. I knew I never told her it enough, in fact, I hardly told her it at all, because I never needed a reason to. I always thought she just knew, and that spoke those three words for me. 

But her eyes got a little more blue, and her cheeks got a little more rosy, and her smile got a little more wide, and her body got a little more bouncy. 

"I love you back." she said.

The rain came even harder, and I pulled her into me with the force of a teabag. But she came, like a moth to a flame, she came. 

Our wet faces collided, our smiles growing bigger through the rain as I kissed her for what might had been the trillionth time, but that was the beauty of loving Lily. No matter how many times I had kissed her, every kiss felt like our first. 

And unknown to me, one kiss would be our last.