Wow thank you all for your kind words. Amber... you know I have many more kind words for you sweetheart, check thy inbox, oh Ryder of the Head they call Red. Anyway this is just a poem i wrote contemplating the utter beauty of how we create life as humans and the most beautiful part of that which kind of differs (not separates because the animals the birds trees bugs grass... we are part of a single living oranism as a whole) us from the rest of the species' is our beautiful gift of passion and our ability to contemplate the miraculous procedure of life being created. This was written from a father's perspective about the woman carrying his child. This is the safest time of her life. He guards and protects her with everything he is. Not a morsel of danger will come within 20 feet of her. You would have to kill him 3 times to get to her. And if you touched her, he would still find a way to kill you. Nothing would ever get through.
This just kind of lays the feeling of her preciousness to him in soft simple words.