“Someone likes the idea of making a baby,” she teased. He didn’t like it—he loved it. June would be even more beautiful pregnant than she was right now. And he couldn’t wait to meet their baby. To watch her breastfeed, to see her holding their son or daughter. He wanted to experience it all. The crying, the rocking, the diaper changing. It was almost ridiculous how ready he was to be a dad. “I love you,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much.” “Of course, I do,” she retorted. “I cheated death, twice, to get back to you.”
