Long taking relationship

I am sitting on the couch. Basically I am sitting on the edge of my nerves…Waiting for him…. We haven't seen each other for a longer time than we are used to and i arrived first at our escape residence. But let me start first.
Hey, my name is Jamie, short term for Jamela. I was born and raised in Germany. There I had gone to college and had achieved my master degree in Economics. After that I found a job in London's financial district.
One of my all-time passions is theatre, ok and movies and books in general. (I have to admit I have a certain urge to read psycho-thriller). However one day I was inclined to accompany a friend from work to a bar. That was when I met James and Michael, who had been back from shooting XMen First Class. Both had a few days off and still wanted to hang out together. Michael was all over my friend and that left me and James to talk. We both weren't really looking for someone, he had just been in a longer relationship which did not end well and I thought that there is no one to match with my busy work schedule and back then I was more into casual "interferences". So we started out talking about casual stuff, like who we are and what we do. Unlike Michael's work, I had not seen any of James' work. So I asked him, why he chose acting and what he liked about this job. For me choosing acting was not an option seen. Given the statistics, the probability to succeed at such a high level was not worth the risk. Yet I have always admired people who gave shit about statistics and just go it.
Anyway we got a long surprisingly well. I have only met a few people in my life that did not bore me after 10 to 15 minutes. Most of them are colleagues from work or acquaintances through work. I can only remember that my grandpa used to interest me with his stories for hours.
As you might guess, I sometimes wander from my subject… So back to the main story… This was the way we met for the first time, but did not exchange our numbers. Other than Michael and my friend Beth, I haven't mentioned her name yet? ….Yeah anyway…. I kind of missed him and wanted to talk to him more, but haven't had the courage to ask Beth to ask Michael to get his number. For weeks on my mind went back to this night and to our conversations. Never have I had this before. He was not even my type, but his blue eyes captured me and that mind. He was smart, he cought up on the things that were new to him fast.
I did not try to encounter more and neither did he. But through Beth I got to know Michael more. He was gone a lot, man his schedule was worse than ours sometimes. However we were invited to his birthday party, but it was in LA as he had to be there for work. Luckily Beth and I got to leave work for 7 days so we flew to LA, where I met James again. We both talked for hours again and got pretty drunk over it, as Michael's parties are often drunken parties. James was in LA one more day as well, but we didn't meet up again. We were all hung over terribly. Beth “slept” in Michael's hotel room. And James had brought me back to the hotel and went to the one he stayed in, so I think. But to be honest I still have no memory what happened after my 4th margarita, the one Michael makes. I am ruined for all other margarita as he makes the best. However we all slept in and I was so hungover that I was barely able to get the painkillers out of the drawer next to the hotel bed. As we got back to London I hadn't met up with him again, I was still without his number and craving even more for another meeting than before. Yet I was not able to ask Beth and Michael for the number or to shy as they had pointed out several times by now. Btw they were in relationship by now and James and I hadn't been able to exchange numbers. They still laugh at us for it.
Three months after Michael's Birthday someone called me during a meeting. The tone on my phone was turned off. But later that evening i finally found time to check it. It was James calling and he left a voice message, that he would be in London for a few days and if i were up to meet again. I couldn't call back as it was a suppressed number. I waited the following day for James to call again, I even turned on the tone on my phone, which i never do as I find it extremely annoying and I always feel obligated to answer.
Anyway on the day here after Beth came back from her holidays with Michael and approached me with a devilish smile. She knew about James contacting me, obviously as she was the one to give him my number. She sent Michael a text as I told, that there was no number to answer. Michael must have told James because that evening James called again. We set a date and that is basically how we became a couple.
By now we are married but due to our work schedules we have been separated for a whole month..... I had to go to China for 4 weeks to finish a project there and James had to leave London 2 weeks after i had left to finish a promo tour.
I am sooooo excited to finally see him again. Usually I visit him over the weekend somewhere or he comes home even though it is only for a few hours. We really hate to be separated and today I am even more excited to finally see him again. And boy is he taking his time. He was supposed to be home an hour ago.
I have prepared dinner, his favourite none the less and bought him a few presents.
1 1/2 week ago I found out that I am pregnant. James and I have talked about it but followed the plan not to plan it but if it happens it happens. And it has happened. I am so nervous, and excited, feeling a bit of anxiety to how he is going to take it. I bought several hints and put them into numbered. I don’t think he will suspect something. Concerning presents we follow the philosophy that if we find something that the other will like, we buy it and hand it to them. I hate this forced buying of presents to certain dates and luckily he does also. So I hope he thinks I have found something great and want to give it to him. Present one is a book he loved when he was a child. The second one are sleeping pills, for when the baby is there. The third one contains my old baby shoes, I told him about them and that in Germany they sometimes hang in cars. The next one will be the revealing one, I bought him a shirt that says: “I am your father, Professor Xavier” (one of my favourite characters of his, and I can’t put his Split character into it… that is a bit psycho ). The last ones is huge and wraps several books together on how to survive a pregnant wife, how to life with a baby, how not to kill a baby and how to build a crib. HE loves to be prepared and will spend hours and will need dozens of other books to not panic, so I think at least.
I can here the key opening the door.