We park at the hospital's parking lot and step out, Andy hooking his hand around my small waist as we make our way to Angel's room. He is becoming so overprotective as days go by, and I can't lie that I don't like it. As I had anticipated, the news of our baby has blasted his mind. It seems like an accomplishment for him, and I can't be less enthusiastic. As early as now, I can't wait to hold my cute little angel in my arms when it's born. I just can't wait.

We stroll to where Ambrose and Rita are perched on the leather couch just outside the door,...