She gestures to the wood-paneled walls surrounding us. "We're floating around on forty million dollars of security. I know you aren't taking this lightly. But we have time to celebrate. This is good news, Sam. I'm happy. Aren't you happy?"
I want to reach out and hold her so much, but the longer I look at her, the more I feel that missing piece of my heart. I feel how weak I am---how vulnerable.
"We can't stay on this yacht forever."
I start to turn away from her, but she catches my arm. Her hand slides to my face. "I know this is overwhelming. I know it's scary---"
"I'm not scared."
"Well, I am," she insists, her voice shaky. "Things feel so much realer now. There's no going back. We're going to be parents, Sam. A family. And it's not like either of us have a working blueprint of wh
