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We tweak a few details before the actors come on for the shoot. Two scenes are blocked out for the day.

Izzy has let us take a much slower approach compared to a usual film—one of Sofia’s caveats. And since we’re rough editing as we go, we should actually take less time to get the project done.

I’ve watched Izzy and the entire crew go from disbelief to awe at how Sofia’s managed to pull it off. She’s been more than clear that everything needs to be wrapped up before she goes into labor.

Everyone’s helping to make that happen.

We’re filming the final scenes next week so that the set can be packed up the week after.

Then, the real fun begins. Soph and I will be elbows deep in shoring up the edits and putting our final touches on it. Doing it with Sofia makes it far more palatable.

She’s got the eye for details.

It’s no wonder when we first met that she dismissed me so completely, saying that she had it handled without me. There’s nothing my woman can’t do.

I just don’t want her to have to do it all alone anymore. None of us want that.

Although I’d never thought the best relationship I’ve ever had—the one that will turn me into a father—would look quite like this.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As the day comes to an end, I bring her a strawberry- and cream-stuffed croissant and an iced honey lavender sweet tea.

Her happiness glows far beyond the grin she gives me. It’s the brightness in her eyes, the crinkle around her nose, the way her lip eventually gets pinched between her teeth as she looks at me, that I bask in.

She’s near otherworldly in her beauty when she’s being creatively fulfilled.

And she makes me feel fulfilled.

The sight of her heavily pregnant form doubles it.

My hand lowers to brace our baby for the hundredth time today. I can’t help it.

My lizard brain is screaming,mine.

I might not have any idea what I’m doing or how to be a good dad, but I know Sofia won’t let me be anything less.

I meet those blue eyes of hers and try to remember how to breathe.

How did I get this incredibly lucky after all the poor decisions I’ve made?

Like she can read his mind, she grabs my hand and gives me a knowing smile. “Meaningful mistakes make for the best stories. Don’t they?”