I wasn't expecting to be called in the middle of my meeting and told to come home immediately. My baby was on the couch, sobbing and everyone was trying to calm her down.

They all kind of backed off when they saw me and they went silent, watching me approach her. When I came close enough, she collapsed onto me and she let go, letting all her feelings out and beginning to hyperventilate.

"No, no. No, baby, no. There's nothing wrong, I promise you." I said, kissing her forehead. "Everything is ok, my Love!"

She wasn't listening so I used what always seemed to work.

"Come back to me, Kiwi." I whispered in her ear, seeing the instant change in her panic and watching her calm down significantly.

I sat on the couch, scooping her up so she was on my lap.

"Shh.... I'm right here, my beautiful wife. I'm here." I said, rubbing her back as she curled up on my lap.

"Vivi... I ca-can't." She sobbed.

"Sh... come back to me, Kiwi." I repeated, feeling her shaking subside slightly.

I kissed her forehead and rocked us both from side to side.

"Hey. I'm right here, My Love. You know that as long as we're together we can get through anything. But I need my kiwi back so you can explain." I said softly. "Come back to me, Kiwi."

She relaxed in my arms, letting her sobs subside a little.

"I love you so much, Kiwi." I said to her, kissing her soft lips.

"I love you." She said, wiping her tears away even though they were still falling from her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked, stroking her hair gently.

She had been exhausted when I sent her home today. So whatever this was could be a result of the exhaustion.

"My heart hurts." She cried.

"Aw, my love. Why?" I asked her, kissing her cheek and wiping away more of her tears.

She turned to the coffee table and grabbed something, handing it to me and then crying harder into my shoulder as she hugged me.

I looked down to see two pregnancy tests in my hands, I looked at the results and found two lines on each. My wife was pregnant. I was going to be a father.

"No way! Baby! Oh my God!" I laughed, getting up and spinning her around as she cried.

I was going to be a father! I was overjoyed. I couldn't have been happier than I was at that moment.

"There's no reason to be sad." I said, kissing all over her pretty face.

"No. I can't." She cried.

"You can do anything, baby." I assured her.

"N-no. I can't! I can't take care of a baby! I don't know how! I can't. I'm sorry, you didn't want this." She cried, hugging me tighter.

"I wanted other things, baby. I wanted some time alone with you first. But that doesn't mean I'm at all upset or anything! I'm overjoyed! You've got our baby in there." I said, rubbing her belly as I sat back down.

"No." She shook her head. "I can't do it, I don't know how to!"

"You can! We can! We can do it! It's our little baby." I told her, picking her up and carrying her to our room in the mansion. Everyone understood that her and I had to have this chat privately. I set her down on the bed and I connected our foreheads.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" I asked her.

She put her hand over her belly and sobbed.

"My poor baby." She sobbed.

"You mean lucky? This baby is going to have the most caring and loving mother this world has ever seen." I told her, letting her relax in my lap and rubbing her belly.

"No. I don't know how to be a momma." She cried.

"No one really knows how to be a momma or a daddy. You have to learn about your kid. You need to get to know them and figure out what they need from you. At least that's how I see it. But that's the thing, Kiwi. I don't know how to be a father. I'm still going to do my best to be a good father to our little one." I smiled, kissing her sweet lips.

"But I don't know what to do. I don't even know how to hold a baby. I don't know how often they need to eat. I don't know how to change a diaper. I don't know how to put a baby to sleep. It's not fair. My poor baby has the worst momma." She cried, not realizing how weird that last sentence sounded.

"Hey. Our baby has the best momma. But this little momma just doesn't know it yet." I told her, kissing all over her face.

"I can't." She cried.

"That's why I'm here. You might not be able to do it alone. But that's why I'm here." I told her. "We can do this, baby. And we will do it! We'll learn everything we need to know and we'll do this and do a good job as well." I said to her.

"My baby." She cried.

"I love you to much. And you love me, right?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She nodded her head. "Of course I do."

"And this baby is the product of our love. Remember all those beautiful nights? We made love and we made this baby, Kiwi. Isn't it so special?" I asked her.

She nodded, putting a hand over her belly.

"I can't take care of it though. I'm not a good momma. I don't know how to hold a baby even." Kiara cried.

"But you want our little munchkin, don't you?" I asked her.

"My little baby." She cooed, rubbing her belly gently.

"We're going to love this baby, take care of it, make sure it's happy and healthy. Even if we don't know how to do that now. We'll figure it out together." I assured her.

"I wanna sleep." Kiara said softly.

"Alright, nap time for my wife and baby." I said, kissing her forehead.

"Can I sleep on your lap?" She asked, still holding onto me.

"Of course." I said, throwing the soft blanket she'd gotten for her birthday, over her. She curled up in it and she pointed to Splash. I picked him up and handed him to her and then I carried her down to the living room.

I sat on the couch and everyone congratulated us. Kiara was finally a little happy about it. But my poor girl was stressed out.

She loved our kid more than anything, she had a hand over her belly at all times. But she was just exhausted and scared that she wouldn't know how to raise it. Which was fine, every parent worried about that. Eventually she'd understand that.

Ari came and sat next to us with Mia asleep in her arms.

"Hey, Kiara." She smiled.

"Hi." Kiara smiled, sniffling and snuggling deeper into my arms.

"Did I ever tell you the story of how I found out I was pregnant?" She asked Kiara.

"No." Kiara said, shaking her head.

"Well... I was super scared. I was crying so hard. We didn't plan it and I freaked out. I ran to Micah who was in the middle of a meeting and I caused a whole lot of trouble for him. Then he made it all better. I didn't know how to take care of a baby, but eventually I realized that I had my whole family to help me raise my kids." Arabella said.

"But I'm sc-scared." Kiara said.

"I know. I was scared too. But you're going to be fine, sweetheart." Arabella smiled.

"You'll help me raise my baby just like your angels?" Kiara asked, rubbing her belly as she looked at Mia.

"Of course. You're an amazing Momma already, Kiara. You're like the momma bear of the family. You take care of everyone, no matter how old they are as if they were children and you have to protect them." Arabella told her.

"B-but that's because I love you all and so want to make sure you're ok." She said.

"Yeah, and you love your baby, you're going to be the best momma ever. Don't worry about it." Arabella said.

"Where's Momma?" Kiara whispered.

"Want me to go get her?" Arabella asked.

"Yeah. And Daddy." Kiara said.

"Ok." Arabella smiled, getting up and walking towards the stairs.

"Haze! Riki! Your child needs you!" Arabella yelled obnoxiously, going up the stairs.

Dad came running down the stairs and he saw Kiara and came over.

"Come here, bunny." He said softly, holding his arms out for Kiara.

She crawled into his hug and he kissed her forehead.

"What's wrong, bunny?" He asked her.

"Nothing is wrong, really. I'm just a little worried and scared." She said.

"About what?" My father asked.

She took his hand and put it over her belly. His eyes widened and he looked at her belly.

"You're pregnant?" He asked her.

"Yeah." She nodded, giggling at his reaction.

"No way!" He said, looking down at her belly again. "Oh my God! That's amazing news!"

Momma sat beside my dad and they both started telling Kiara about how nervous Momma was when she found out she was pregnant with me.

Kiara eventually relaxed and once she was calm, nothing could wipe that smile off her face.

"How do you feel about this baby? You still think we can't do it?" I asked her.

"We can and we will." She told me, kissing me deeply.

"Let's go have some time alone in our room, we'll head home to the island tomorrow." I said to her.

"I love you." She said to me, wrapping her arms around me.

"I love you too. Will you let me show you just how much I love you?" I asked her.

"Always." She laughed, knowing exactly what I was referring to. "But it won't hurt the baby, right?"

"It's perfectly safe, I'll just be a little extra slow and gentle today." I said to her.

"No." She shook her head.

"Yes." I laughed. "And you're going to be begging me to do it more often."

That's exactly what happened. I made sure to be gentle and slow, and made sure it didn't affect how much we enjoyed it. Then Kiara asked me to do it like that more often.

Our baby was safe, with a happy, healthy mother and a huge family, anxiously awaiting the cutie's arrival.

Of course I didn't want a baby for another few years. I was worried. I didn't know how to be a father. But my child was in my wife's belly. There was no time to worry and no point in worrying about it. My family was hear to help. I'd be fine, Kiara would be fine and so would our baby. Freaking out would only scare Kiara more. Besides, I was happy to have a kid. I was going to be a father, I was going to have a little family. What more could I want. It was perfect.

Kiara started looking for names for a boy because she'd already decided that the girl would be named Aurora. I kind of hoped it would be a girl, just because I wanted a little princess, but of course I'd be happy with anything.

Talking to the baby every morning and night became a habit. Constantly rubbing Kiara's belly and being overprotective also became very common. I also made her ease up on the work. I didn't want her overworking herself while she was pregnant. She started doing most of her work from the office.

The speed at which her belly grew was kind of shocking to me. But everyone said it was normal. I started working on expanding the little cabin on the island and we stayed in the city so that we could get to the hospital quickly if we ever needed to.

My father and uncles as well as Micah had told me how torturous it was to take care of a pregnant woman. They told me that she'd be craving the craziest things, and that she'd be super moody. But Kiara was very different. She was so calm all the time. Even when crazy things happened, she was calm about them. I could feed her absolutely anything and she'd be happy. I just needed to make sure my girl got enough food and let her sleep in my lap whenever she wanted, and then she'd be fine.

My legs went numb very often during her pregnancy, just because she was constantly curling up on my lap and sleeping, but I would never complain about it. I loved it. I loved my wife, I loved our baby and because of them I loved my life. I couldn't think of a better path my life could've taken. I was living my best life with the people I love around me, supporting me and helping me with whatever I needed. I would make sure my kid got the same kind of life.

It was scary to think that you're responsible for something as precious as your own child, but Kiara and I were in it together. We could do it, and we definitely would achieve it. We'd give our kid the best life and lots and lots of love.