Though neither had wished for the relationship and impending birth of their child to be a spectacle, it was nice to have everything ready for their daughter to come home to in the upcoming months. Not only were things good in terms of their home being ready for her but Micah didn’t think he and Cely had been this blissful since the beginnings of their relationship back when they were awkward teens falling in love for the first time. Through the ups and downs of their relationship, things seemed to be stronger than ever between the two of them and Micah was grateful for that. It was a typical evening for them, Micah bent over the stove as he continued to perfect the recipe to suffice to her cravings for the week, a grin on his face at her teasing. “I’m not just a pretty face, love. I do have some tricks still up my sleeve,” he bantered back to her, turning his full body towards her as he watched her take in the cooking carefully. “Hey when she dislikes my cooking she’s your daughter,” he continued, the jest evident in his voice, before her face gave him pause. “Cely, baby, what’s wrong?” Stove clicked off and the pan off the burner, moving towards her quickly to rub her back. “Do we need to go get you checked?” He was one moment, one more gasp of pain from her, from carrying her to his car and to the hospital.