He hears the lyric, "I'm having his baby" and his face goes pale. You were performing, he gets up, grabs shoes and the car keys and drives to the store getting all the baby stuff he could get, the drove to the stadium and he carefully led you to the car. As you were in the passenger seat, his hand was on your stomach, but to him you seemed confused. "What's wrong, Sweetie?"
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