Another shift over. The work is hard, but satisfying, or at least as satisfying as you could ever make it. But now, all I care about is getting home to my lovely wife.
I head for the front door, but before I can get my key into the lock, the door flies open, and I'm pulled into a ferocious embrace. My wife has never held me this tightly. She's trembling, burying her face into my shoulder. I can hear her sniffling and I can feel her tears.
For a moment my heart sinks and I become terrified. What has happened? Was anyone hurt? Did someone...
"Babe, what's wrong? What happened?"
She pulled away from me. Her tears seemed to fog her glasses a little. But she was smiling. From ear to ear, she was smiling. She struggled with her words. "I'm pregnant."
My brain took an eternity to process. My eyes grew wide, my jaw beginning to slack. "You're--"
She nodded, then laughed. We embraced once again, almost in competition to see who could squeeze tighter. After all this time. After all we