Envelope On the Table

Walking thru the door my heart drops, As I see the envelope on the table. I call out for my wife all I hear is silence. Standing all alone tears welling, Up in my eyes I have never felt pain, Like this before as if a hot burning, Poker has been thrust into my heart. I fall to my knees crying, Calling her name out. Staring at the envelope who, Is laughing in my face as my heart breaks. The creaking of the door shuts, As I hear foot steps coming behind me. Then I hear her "Baby, What's wrong ?" I look up as tears stream down my face, Pointing at the envelope, Why?? Then I see Roses and Champagne, She holds my face with her hands, Kissing me softly lightly on my lips, Holding me close, Then looking into my eyes , she smiles, Telling me, It's an ultrasound, We're pregnant. We're gonna have a baby. I lift her up hugging her never, Wanting to let her go.