Jake took every craving as a personal mission, driving across town at midnight for lemon popsicles or fresh bagels. He never missed an appointment, gripping her hand during ultrasounds as if witnessing something sacred. Each flutter, heartbeat, and grainy image deepened his awe. Sandra adored his devotion more every day.
When the crib finally arrived, Jake insisted on building it himself despite having minimal talent for assembling anything. Sandra watched him on the nursery floor, tongue between his teeth, muttering darkly at screws. When he finished, it was slightly crooked, but he was proud. After all, it only needed love to hold their baby.