The last night in LA is tonight. We have an early plane to catch so I get ready for bed and lie down and wait for Tom. I have the TV off and my phone on the bedside table.

"Love?" Tom softly says after walking in, noticing that everything is off. I don't say anything as I'm almost asleep.

Tom takes his shirt off and changes his pants into sweats before laying next to me. I'm laying down facing him and Toms hands immediately rest on my growing stomach. It's not large but it's definitely showing now.

"Hi little one. I'm going to talk quietly to not wake you mother." He starts before kissing my stomach.

"I'm so excited to meet you. I'm going to show you all the best things in life and I want to be with you every step of the way. I've already fallen in love with you. Ever since I heard your heartbeat for the first time." Tom stops and wipes tears away.

"But I won't be as good as your mum. She's going to be the greatest parent. She is going to make sure you look pretty, or handsome every single day and she's going to love you so much.

I love her so much and am so excited to be starting a family with her. And getting married to her. And being with her forever." Tom kisses my cheek.

"I'm excited too Tom." I say kissing his lips instead.

"You heard that..." he stammers embarrassed.

"I did. But I'm sure our little baby heard it too."