Ethan's pov

Isabelle lays in my arms as she breaths quietly. Her eyes closed and her hand covering part of her face. The women in my arms is carrying my child. I'm going to be a father. I smile at the thought of it and then kiss her gently on the forehead. She groans and swats lazily at my face. Obviously annoyed by the movement. I laugh silently to myself.

"I wonder what it'll be like." She whispers to me.

"I don't know but I know we'll try our hardest and I just know that together we will make great parents." I say back to her. She smiles and then rolls over in bed.

6 months later.

It's crazy to think that Isabelle's 6 months pregnant now. It's even crazier that she's pregnant with my child or.. our child. This is what I wanted right? I mean it has to be! I've had countless dreams about it. I was beyond happy when she told me. But I still worry that I won't be a good enough father for our child. What if I can't teach him or her how to ride a bike? What if I let them go and they ride steady for while but then topple over and end up hating me for the rest of their life? What if I'm so busy with work that I can't attend his or her soccer game or an important moment in their life? So many things could go wrong. I guess all I really can hope for is the best.

I know Isabelle will make a great mother. She already takes great care of me when she doesn't need to. She used to make me breakfast every morning until I told her I would do it seeing she should get a lot of rest. I even ended our contract yet she still insists on making the bed and doing the laundry. She's great and I'm thankful that she'll be the mother of our child.

"Ethann?" I hear Isabelle call for me and I quickly rush into our bedroom.

"Yeah?" She looks at me with pain in her eyes.

"We need to go to the hospital.." her face was turning white with fear. As she got up from the bed I could see a small patch of blood on her shorts and on the bed. I rush to her side and wrap my arm around her waist. We made our way as quickly as we could down to the parking lot and when we got to the lobby the women behind the desk gave us a worried look. I waved her off and then hurried to help Isabelle out the door and into the car.

The smell of disinfectant and old people wafted up my nose as I sit in the waiting room of the hospital. My face in my hands I wait there quietly. It felt almost as if something was eating at my heart and stomach. I ached all over in worry for Isabelle and our unborn child.

"Ethan?" I hear my mother say as she runs into the lobby. I look up and see her scared face mirrored on my father's. She walks towards me in two quick strides and grabs my hands for me to stand. As I slowly rise she wraps her arms around me in a hug. Things had changed so much in the past 6 months. My mom had retired and when I had told her what really happened with Isabelle she felt terrible. She was angry at me for some time for lying to her about the real reason Isabelle wouldn't be working for her any longer, but she got over it.

My father walks towards me as Cam and Grayson rush into the hospital. Following shortly after was Isabelle's parents. They had shaded looks on their faces.

"Where is she? How's the baby? Was it a miscarriage?" Isabelle's mother cried out as she searched around the room for her any sign of her daughter.

"We don't know yet." I whisper and rub at my eyes.

We all sit in silence for what seems like hours but in reality was probably only minutes.

"Mr.Dolan?" A nurse calls. My dad and I both stand then look at eachother.

"Um the father of the baby.." Nodding at my dad I follow her as she takes me down a long hallway and then pauses at the door blocking Isabelle from my sight. Annoyed I give her a look and she quickly opens the door. I walk in, taking a deep breath. Isabelle sits on the bed crying.

The hospital blankets curving around her round stomach. I rush to her side and she wraps her arms around me as she continues to cry.

"Isabelle please tell me.." I whisper. Fighting back tears of my own.

"We... we didn't lose the baby." She crys harder and then kisses me. A sudden wave of blissful relief washes over me and I feel myself crying. Tears of joy? I laugh and place my hand on her stomach.

"I was so worried Ethan! At first they didn't know what happened but it turns out that it was just access blood. The babies fine, perfectly healthy." She wipes at her face and then smiles. I felt almost sick about what could have happened. I rest my head gently on her stomach and continue to cry.

"It's okay little one.. mommy and daddy are here and we're never going to let you go." I mumble lightly. Isabelle laughs and hiccups then places her hand on my head. Our families hurry into the room and smile as they figure out the good news.

"Oh Ethan." Isabelle mutters.

"I love you." I kiss her and then hold her in my arms.

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