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I help you up and get you a light jacket in case you need it. We get in the car and I drive us to a rooftop restaurant where we get a table that looked over the orange and yellow trees and the red brick buildings of campus. In the distance, you could see the bar. I order a crepes sampler appetizer and a mimosa for me and an orange juice for you, as we look over the menus.

"When will you need to start seeing the doctor?" I ask. "I have a lot of questions for him."
 
"Mostly, just," I pause and loom down, almost embarrassed, "how this all works and wanting to make sure you are safe and okay. I'm scared of something happening to you." I force a meek smile.
 
"Oh, baby," I say, squeezing your hand. "It's okay, sweetie, no need to be embarrassed. We'll work through it."
 
"I know sweetie," I say, looking at you. "I feel the same way about you," I blush. I squeeze your hand and wipe your tears away. "It's okay, love. No need to be nervous or ashamed."
 
I order a strawberry and Nutella crepe with a side of extra strawberries and look back over at you and smile. "Love you, baby."
 
"I love you," I say, sipping my drink. I then lean in and say, "I wish I could give yiu more, baby." I blush a bit.
 
"Oh, baby," I say. I squeeze your hand. "I wouldn't want it any other way, love," I tell you. "I love you for who you are, not what you do, and I love that about you."
 
"I love you too, baby. More than anything. Except for the baby," I say, smiling. "Relax, everything's going to be fine, love."
 
"Handsome, huh?" I smile. "So you're gonna be down for sleeping with this handsome dad? You won't forget me because of the baby?" I tease.
 
"Of course not," I tease right back. "Just know that there will be some nights that I will not want to, have to do what's best for the baby. Also," I look at you slyly. "As long as I'm breastfeeding, I can't get pregnant."
 
"The hormones normally there to help you get pregnant go straight into that milk as long as you're breastfeeding," I explain. "It's a little weird, but it makes sense. And that means-" I give you a wink. "There'll be TIME before we have another baby. As long as I have a little girl at some point, I'll be happy."
 
"As long as I say 'Okay, let's do it,'" I laugh, smiling. "Just be patient, for the first few days after I give birth, I will not be in the mood for it nor will it be a good idea."
 
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