Diego P.O.V

Several months later Shira was getting closer to have our son. In the end of the year we were invited to prom. I decided to buy her a beautiful black dress also we got legally married.

The couple were at each other they only talk when needed to. They were trying to get us down but we didn't care.

Shira came with the dress I bought her.I was awed by the way she looked. She looks beautiful in it. Especially her stomach showing.

Shira spoke, "I'm embarrassed like this."

I spoke, "Don't be you look beautiful, especially your baby showing. Everyone is expecting us at the prom. Well I'm your husband after all. Many girls waiting to see how you look like."

"Okay if you say so softie."

I pulled Shira for a kiss. I placed my hand her stomach feeling my son kicks.

Shira giggled and spoke, "Your son is excited for the party, especially to see you."

"Yeah happy to have a good mommy."

I helped Shira to the car. Shira would smile at me. I looked at the couple saw them in bad mood. I could be smiling I prefer the life I have.

We pulled up to prom basically everyone was waiting for us. The boys would come at me. They would ask what is the gender.

I'll tell them to wait. They'll find out.

Shira and I would sit down. The people were asking us to take photos. Shira agreed which we did. We did different poses. Shira was all happy to take photos.

When we looked at the couple they were still not going along. It quite funny to watch. When the dance started Shira was more happy.

Shira spoke, "Come and dance with me softie."

"You sure? I don't want you to get hurt."

"Yeah I wanted to dance with you. I bet our son would ask the same."

"Okay."

I helped Shira to the dance floor. Shira would smile at me. It was good dance everything was smooth. When it came crazy dance. Shira would sit down.

Shira spoke, "Hey softie?"

"Yeah?"

"How about you dance for me."

Shira took out her phone ready to record.

"Uh okay for you."

I was following the rythm of the music. I done moves that I couldn't do. When it ended Shira was smiling. I went up to her and Shira pulled me for a kiss.

Shira spoke, "Your good dancer softie."

"Thanks Shira."

Shira would sit on my lap and I placed my hand on her stomach feeling my son's kicks.

I spoke, "I couldn't believe that I'm a dad. You still with me and happy."

"Aww softie. The reason you make me happy is because you are with me when you could've left me. It shows me that you are good saber I want to spend my life with."

"Same here."

Then everyone was asking us what the gender of our baby. So I decided to show them.

Blue confetti popped out. Everyone was cheering loudly. Then everyone wanted a group picture. It would keep it during our lives.

When prom ended Shira was tired. I took Shira to our room. Shira sleeping on my chest.

I knew in few weeks we would have to leave the house. But I was prepared for the day.