It was a good thing he didn't know she may have missed an appointment or he'd have flipped his shit over it. He supposed he was just going to have to call the doctor's and make sure he gets a list of her appointments. He'd be damned if this was happening again. "His middle name has to be Howard, after my father," which was one point he wouldn't budge on, "but his first name could be up to you, sweetheart," he said, kissing her again. Now he was curling up close to her on his side, the picture now laid over on the bedside table so he could have a free hand to rub her tummy.