She absolutely couldn't help the tears of joy, of relief that slip down her cheeks. She'd done so much crying these past few months, good and bad. But this time it was definitely good. Her fingers kept massaging his temples as she pressed a series of kisses to his lips, smiling between each one. "You've been here for me. I don't care if it's not the way I pictured it, you're still here." And it was better than the alternative, something she hated to ever think about. "I can't believe this... What can I do? Do you need anything? Should I get my father? Should we go to the doctor?"