Lucas' P.O.V.
**Song Suggestion: The Story by Davis Naish**
I have my Rose in my arms again. Her sweet scent chased away any and all sadness that had crept inside me in her absence. She was warm, perfect and somehow mine. She had calmed herself after a while. I hated to hear her cry, but something tells me it wasn't because she was sad.
We're having a baby.
I don't think I've ever gotten news that has elated me so much as I did today. Yes it's extremely early.. extremely. Who wouldn't be worried in this position? It's insane, yet I'm so excited. Picturing a child with Rose is something I can't stop doing now. I bet if it's a gril she'll have a sweet round face like Rose with those piercing blue eyes and fiery red hair. She'll have my nose and my lips, and maybe even my height.