Ryan and I were never the dramatic kind of couple. No screaming matches, no slammed doors. We built our life slowly, thoughtfully — Sunday morning coffee, spreadsheets about savings, quiet talks about the future.
Then his entire face lit up.
“Are you serious?” he laughed, picking me up and spinning me once like we were twenty instead of adults with responsibilities. “We’re really doing this?”
We stayed up until two in the morning talking about nursery colors and names. He rested his hand on my stomach like something had already changed. I believed we were building something permanent.
