He said nothing. He let her unwind herself, the emotions and stress falling to him. He'd hold that for her, take it away and give her back nothing but joy. Ecstatic hardly covered it. He was too excited to contain himself and in a flip decision, John lifted her onto his hips so he could have her closer to him. It almost wasn't enough.

With a smirk on his lips he kissed her, pulling back just enough to look at her with a playfulness glinting in his eyes. "I get to be a father," he said, his voice completely level, but inside that was the cheer of a very happy man. Nothing could come together more perfectly. Perhaps it was a tad out of order, but had nothing to fear, nothing to hide. He loved her. A child came from it. What about that could possibly be wrong?