“Surprise,” cried my wife, leading me into the garden.
Her smile was huge, and I found myself grinning back.
Her joy was so infectious.
I looked around eagerly.
It wasn’t harvest time, and I wasn’t expecting prize-winning vegetables.
My smile began to slip as I noticed the covered garden signs.
The patch was untended and out of control.
“Darling,” said my wife, tugging me along. “Look. Our dream has come true.”
I looked to where she pointed.
A new garden sign.
Two words. Baby Born.
Rising from the soil, pink baby fingers.
Aghast, I looked at my smiling wife. (100 words)