"How about I pamper you tonight?" Lindsey asks, pulling my feet into his lap as he sits down on the sofa with me.

"No thank you, I'm thinking about just going to bed." He looks at the clock then looks at me. I'm moping, he knows I'm moping. It's opening night and here I am in thick socks and pajamas with reading glasses perched on my nose. I take them off and sit them on the end table. I rub my eyes, I'm free to as they're completely bare of makeup and I lay my head back to look at the ceiling.

"Sweetheart, it's not even eight o'clock. I know you're not actually tired enough to sleep."

"I'd just rather not be awake. I want to sleep this night off and wake up tomorrow in time for a big breakfast out with you."

"Care to tell me why?"

I look at him. I hate his prying. His eyes are telling me to spill. "You know why."

"If you know and I know, why don't you just say it?"

"Do you remember what today is?"

Lindsey begins to rub my aching calves and feet, giving me a sympathetic look. "Opening night"

"Ding-ding-ding."

"I know you're sad but think about all you're gaining"

"Pounds...inches..." I joke halfheartedly.

"You know what I mean"

"I know and I adore this baby so much, Linds but tonight was supposed to be MY night."

"We can still make it your night." He smiles at me but I find myself getting emotional. "Hey, it's okay. Are you feeling...resentful?"

"Of what, the baby? Never. I'm happy they're coming and I'm happy they're healthy. We haven't had any problems other than a false negative."

"I remember that."

"Me too. I was so defeated and discouraged because I felt like I had every symptom."

"But just like their mother, this baby has a flair for the dramatic and you found out you were pregnant on New Years Eve" He pats my belly and I place my hands over his. "When our eyes met and you just said it..."

"The look in your eyes, the way you crashed into me"

"It was surreal"

"It was magic"

"It was magic" he echoes and I now find myself crying for a different reason. "Oh no, I've broken you!" he exclaims and I laugh.

"No, you're just so wonderful"

"I'm not always but I try to be for you. You deserve the best the world has to offer, angel"

"And I've got it with you."

I lean forward as much as I can and he meets me the rest of the way, kissing my forehead then my lips. "I love you"

"I love you more"

"Impossible." We linger there for a moment as he smoothes my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. "So I promised to pamper you and make it your night...does your sundae craving still exist?" I nod. "Perfect! We have ice cream in the freezer and so many toppings to choose from."

"That sounds delicious."

"Not too full from dinner?"

"No, not at all. You wouldn't believe how much energy it takes to make a baby, how many calories I'm probably burning but ultimately consuming to keep up."

"I think I have an idea" he says and I swat at him. "What'll it be, m'lady? We have..." He peeks into the refrigerator. "A jar of cherries...as far as syrup we have butterscotch, chocolate, caramel and strawberry. We have whipped cream, two different brands and consistencies per your request and chopped peanuts in the cabinet."

"I sound like I'm a lot of work."

"Cravings are specific, I wanted to make you happy...at three am." He looks up at me. "Anything jump out at you?"

"Not really, but if it did, I'd probably drop this baby right here where I stand."

He shakes his head. "Maybe in a couple more months. Keep her in." I snort a little with laughter and he smiles. "You're in such a silly mood now, I like that. Its cute, but seriously."

"Alright, alright." I join him at the fridge and he moves to accommodate but I manage to bump into him anyway. "Sorry"

"You're fine. Stop stalling."

"How about all of it?"

"All of it?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"You're going to be as big as a h--" he remarks with a chuckle but I give him a look and he stops. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "That's fine honey, have whatever you want. You sit down and I will make this um, concoction for you."

"Thank you" I kiss his cheek and take my seat. My back is killing me and I am beginning to get tired but my tummy gets the best of me. I am dying for this sundae. I watch as he scoops the ice cream from the carton and places it into a bowl, giving it a quick drizzle with each syrup, piling on the cherries and sprinkling on the chopped nuts. It looks incredible! He brings it to me and hands me a spoon but before I can dig in, I realize something is missing. I frown.

"What?"

"The whipped cream."

Lindsey smiles at me, trying to be extra sweet considering how sad I've been over my tour, and kisses my forehead. "Gimme a second, alright?" He brings the spray whip to the table and has at it, giving me a generous amount.

"It's perfect."

"Well, you're perfect, and like I said, I want you to be happy."

"This means a lot to me"

"It's just ice cream. If I could do more, I would."

"No, Linds, it's not just ice cream. No matter how specific, you make sure it happens for me. I'm sure my hormones are driving us both insane but you're patient, and kind and you're just...dammit." I am crying again, frustrated with myself for not being able to hold it together. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." he says, stroking my hair.

"I just love you and I want you to know how happy I am to have you in my life. I appreciate everything you do for me so much and I need to show you more often."

"You do. I know you love me and you care about me. Eat your ice cream, I think you're getting tired." He kisses my lips ever so softly and looks straight into my soul with those gorgeous eyes of his. "I love you. I know your emotions are all over the place. Sometimes you're angry or you cry, like now, but I know your heart is always in the right place. I want to be here for you, no matter what you're feeling. You have made my wildest dreams come true. We have a house, we're married, we are having a beautiful baby...what more could I ask for? I have the most loving, amazing, intelligent, talented, stunningly beautiful wife around. I'm a lucky guy, babe." I smile and wipes my tears. "Don't be so hard on yourself." He kisses me again and I nod. He goes to the counter to make his own little sundae and joins me at the table as I eat my own. "Good?" he asks and I nod. "I thought so, I heard the noises you were making."

"Hush" I say, pointing my spoon at him.

"I don't mean anything by it, I just hope I can compete...you know, later." He gives me a mischievous grin as I'm finishing up. I've been insatiable in many ways throughout the entire pregnancy and the third trimester is no different. The moment he put the thought in my head, I lost all impulse control. I look from him to the kitchen door way and get up from the table. "Where are you going?"

"Upstairs, five minutes."

"Steph..." I pick up the spray whip from the table and he raises an eyebrow.

"Please don't keep me waiting." I walk off and the next thing I hear is him scrambling up from the table, chasing after me up the stairs to our bedroom.