It was late by the time Abigail got home and she was tired. Gingerly, she opened the front door went inside. The light in the foyer was on. Noah must have left it on for her. It’s a good thing she had grabbed something to eat. She wasn’t hungry and could go straight to bed. As she was about to go upstairs to their bedroom, she noticed that the light in the basement was on. Noah was still up.
She went downstairs. He was sitting on the leather sofa watching TV. He turned when he heard her. She smiled at him. “Hi, Honey,” she said. “I thought you’d be in bed.”
“I wanted to wait up for you,” he said. He turned off the television and glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight.”
“I know and I’m sorry. Vicky wanted to go for dinner and dancing on her birthday so we went to a popular Latin restaurant. We had a good time but I had to leave. They are still there. You wouldn’t think that they have to go to work tomorrow.”
She went over and leaning over she kissed him. He pulled her down on the sofa next to him. “Did you dance with anyone?” he asked.
“Of course not,” she said, playfully punching him. “I’m a married woman, remember?”
“No one would be able to tell that you’re married because you’re not wearing your ring.”
“That reminds me, tomorrow I have to stop by the jeweler’s and pick up our rings.” They had them engraved with the Hebrew word, Mizpah which meant, May the Lord watch between you and me when we are absent from one another.
“You and I met at a nightclub,” he reminded her. “You were with your friends and I was with a couple of guys from work. When I saw you, I felt as if someone had knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“I noticed you the moment you walked in and thought it was cute the way your friends were urging you to come and talk to me. You were the only guy I danced with that night. We exchanged phone numbers and had our first date the following day. And the rest, as they say, is history.”
“We’ve been married for three years.”
“Yes, and one day we will be married for fifty years and counting.”
He smiled and reached over to kiss her. “I look forward to growing old with you,” he murmured against her lips.
“Me too,” she said. She drew back to look at him. “Noah, remember how I told that I’ve been feeling tired lately? I don’t know how I managed to get through tonight. ”
He frowned. “Yes, I remember. And I’ve noticed it too.”
“Well, I went to see the doctor this morning.”
He was looking very anxious now. “What did she have to say?”
She reached out took his hands in hers, her eyes meeting his. “‘She said, congratulations, you’re going to have a baby.'”
He stared at her. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” she cried in delight. “We’re going to have a baby.”
He looked emotional. “A baby,” he repeated. “I’m going to be a father.”
“Yes, in about eight months.”
He cupped her face between his hands. “I love you,” he muttered huskily.
Tears sprang to her eyes. “I love you too.”
They kissed and then, he stood up and pulled her gently to her feet. “Is it okay for us to…”
She laughed. “Yes, it is.” They held hands as they walked out of the basement and up the stairs to their room.
At the doorway, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He lowered her unto the soft coverlet and stretched out beside her. He caressed her face, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “Thank you for making me so happy,” he said.
“Ditto,” she murmured as she reached up and pulled his head down to hers.
Source: The Knot