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The woman stirred, something tickling at the edge of her consciousness. Without moving a muscle, she started to become aware of her surroundings - lying in her bed, the early morning sun starting to trickle into the room through the blinds, and the soft baritone voice of her husband softly singing in the room. She opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings, finding her husband rubbing her rounded stomach as he crooned,
…And I know someday that it’ll all turn out
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, that I’ll give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet.
She smiled, loving the sound of his voice. He always loved to break out in song, especially when listening to his IPod he’d gotten as a gift. She was so used to him channeling his inner Ol’ Blue Eyes at all times of the day. She remained still, wanting to hear the remainder of his song.
I might have to wait
I’ll never give up
I guess it’s half timing
And the other half’s luck
Wherever you are
Whenever it’s right
You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life
He cupped her stomach, rubbing his hand in small circles before he felt the baby’s kick. “Just like his father,” she thought to herself. “Has to make his presence known, make sure he’s got all the attention on him,” she smiled inwardly, knowing that she wouldn’t have him any other way.
And I know that we can be so amazing
And baby your love is going to change me
And now I can see every possibility
She turned her head a bit, with him so caught up in his singing to not notice anything, and gazed lovingly at the love of her life as he geared up for his big finale.
…They say all’s fair
In love and war
But I won’t need to fight it
We’ll get it right and we’ll be united
And I know that we can be amazing
And being in your life is going to change me
And now I can see every single possibility, mmmm…..
She decided to let him in on the fact that she was awake, so she moved her hand and laid it on top of his on her stomach. He smiled his trademark grin as his eyes met hers, then continued,
…Ohh, promise you, kid, to give so much more than I get
I said love, love, love, love....
And as he finished the song, he quickly pressed a kiss to her stomach and whispered,
I just haven’t met you yet.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I think he liked it.”
Tony looked up and grinned. “Well, Michael Buble is no Frank Sinatra…”
*End*