His fingers ground me like his heartbeat does as I press my ear to his chest. This is honestly more than I ever honestly hoped for. I thought, yeah, the chemo might work, might buy us a few more months, every round buying us just a little bit more time until his organs just couldn't take it anymore. This is such good news I almost can't wrap my head around it. Til death do us part isn't so imminent.

"Oh my god," I say softly, my voice a little thick, a little wet. "Oh my god, baby. This is the best news of my life."