A Marriage and A Pregnancy.

Me and Chris had been dating for about two months when I first noticed the bump. I was pregnant. I would have to tell Chris, since obviously it was his baby. But first...
...there was something I had to do.
He said yes of course.
We were married the next week, in Cris's bathroom. Yes, I know, romantic.
He had nice fingers.
The kiss was wonderful.
Together Christopher and I had just enough to purchase a small house. VERY small.
I payed the bill of 11$ and thought about how we were supposed to pay for a crib for the baby, which I still hadn't told Chris about.
I told Chris, who was looking even more handsome with his hair all grown out.
He was delighted, and told me that he had suspected it because he knew that I wouldn't gain weight like that.
Christopher was a natural cook and I convinced him to get a job at the diner. He had to cook a lot at home so that he could do better at his job.
My lifetime wish was to max my inventing, sculpting and painting skills. I didn't have enough money to buy an easel and sculpting station so I started on my inventing skill and became self employed.
I was reading a pregnancy book when I felt great pain. It was time.
Chris totally freaked out and hailed a taxi before I could object to the price.
The birth was long, but eventually I gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Pyra Rhymes. "Evil and clumsy", the doctor told me, grimacing. "Sorry about that mam, there's always adopti-" I interrupted him. "NO! I don't care what traits my daughter has, I will love her no matter what." I stormed off, Pyra screaming in my arms and Chris looking embarrassed, trailing behind me.

As I held my daughter in my arms I saw Chris look at her a few times. He almost looked... scared.