“Colton, you don’t…” I try to soothe him, but he shushes me with a squeeze.

“You’re my life, my soul. My reason for getting up every day….. and I never even told you what you being pregnant means to me. I’ve brushed it off and focused on all of this for my own sanity and you don’t deserve that. I’m sorry, baby. You deserve me making you secure, telling you how happy you make me. How happy I am that you’re pregnant. And I am…. crazy happy. You have no idea.” He gives me an extra squeeze and winds me. “I wanna yell it from the rooftops that I’m that...