She's been through a lot and I know it's not a competition as to who had or has the more dangerous life, but I'm pretty sure I'd have this one in the bag if it were. Still, I nod, because the truth is that I don't want to push her away, not this time, not in light of this news.

Carefully, I reach to put my hand over her stomach. I don't know what I'm expecting to feel, it's too early to tell by touch, but I can't help myself. We're going to have a baby. The notion seems wholly surreal, something that ought to be happening to someone else. The future is suddenly so damn uncertain. Will I even be a good father? Do I have that in me?

I let out a breath, willing my heart to slow the hell down, but this isn't like jumping off a building. We're bringing another life into this world without much of a plan.

"So you're okay with this?"