Ben nodded to acknowledge that he'd thought so, too. It had been hard to think otherwise in the bustle of everything earlier today. There had been no room for doubt in his mind, and he was sure not in hers, either. "I didn't even know this could happen," he admitted, hoping that this didn't sound like some sort of accusation or dig at her. He was just being honest; he'd never heard anyone talk about anything like this, and he had a handful of friends with children. For all the midwife said it was normal, he had no clue if anyone he knew had ever experienced it.

There was something else nagging at his mind since she'd responded, though. She'd thought today would be the day — and had she thought that was a good thing, or a bad thing, or something else? For all the time he'd spent thinking about it over the last nine months, Ben hadn't really been expecting the feelings it would bring up in him. After the panic, anyway. At the first, he'd just been bustling around, too busy to think about anything. Once he'd been kicked out of the room and left to pace in the hallway, however, he'd had plenty of time alone with his thoughts. And... he didn't know. It was complicated. He wanted the baby, and fully expected to love the baby the first moment he saw it, but he wasn't really sure if he was ready for the baby.

"How did you... when you thought the baby was coming," he began a little clumsily. "How did you feel about it?"

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