The transition to Tom's house was surprisingly smooth. It had been a month now, and everything was going better than I had imagined. Tom had gone all out preparing for the baby. The nursery was complete, the crib assembled, and the room filled with baby essentials. He had even bought toys and clothes that the baby wouldn’t need for years. Every time he saw something cute, he bought it, regardless of its immediate usefulness. I often joked that he was overdoing it, but he didn’t care. He wanted to provide everything for his son. His son!
As we sat down for dinner, we talked about my upcoming doctor’s appointment, likely the last one before the baby arrived. We were in the middle of our conversation when there was a knock on the door. Tom went to answer it, and I heard some muffled voices a
