Honor her for having my Baby

Here I stand, the waves breaking on the shore. I feel her gentle hand on my back. She is always so loving, so tender, so devoted. She gives herself to me, accepts me for who I am: a proud man who submits to no woman. She understands my culture and assimilates it. Now she is having my baby. And I sense that she is afraid that I will leave her. Not because she is pregnant, but because she is so much older than me. But whatever happens, I will always honor her as the woman who gave me a child.