Big, fat black letters that were just so blunt.
I let out a curse word, and by the time he made it to the bathroom door I was weeping.
While he'd later admit to being terrified, he held me. He stroked my hair, rubbed my back, and whispered the most beautiful words of reassurance.
And then he asked me if it was okay that he was scared, but so excited to be a daddy.
A year ago, I didn't think I'd find a happy ending. I was in the depths of depression, trying my best to keep a smile on my face and everyone at arms length.
Then when I met him, I just knew, man. He was it. He was the person I had always looked for. I opened up, and let him in.
And it was the best decision of my life.