Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I pause when I see them. Three little plastic sticks sitting on the edge of the counter. She follows my eyes then holds up a fourth that was between her legs. She sets it next to the others, a tremble in her hand.
“Uh… Is that what I think it is?” I mean, I know what they are, but the world feels like it’s spinning a little and I need confirmation.
She grimaces. “Yes.”
“How long have you known?”
She points at her collection of pregnancy tests, then pushes at a strand of hair in her face. “Obviously, I don’t yet, but I’ve been queasy, and I can smell everything. I mean, I can normally smell, but not like this.”
I kneel down next to her. “Is it like when you were pregnant with the terrors and could smell dirt?”
She nods. “Exactly like that, but I just had my period, so I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Should I run out and get more tests, or do you think these four will be enough?”
“Ha-ha, funny guy, this is serious. We haven’t even talked about having a baby, plus all of the kids will be in school this fall, and I just thought it might give us time to, you know, catch our breath. I don’t think my boobs can handle another triple attack of breastfeeding.”
“What are you talking about? The odds of having triplets again can’t be that high. And hey, they’re still the best boobs I’ve seen in years.”
She narrows her gaze. “They better damn well be.”
“I kid, I kid.”
Her phone starts to chime that the timer is up. She gives me a lingering look, then, takes a deep breath.
“The first one is ready. Are you, Eric? I mean, can we do this again?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. Let’s look at the same time, yeah?”
She takes a deep breath and nods.
I take her hand and lace it with mine.
“I peed on that hand,” she says and I laugh.
“I’ve seen so much pee since we had kids, yours isn’t going to bother me. Ready?” We lean over to the counter. “Whatta we got here?”
Positive.
She laughs, tears pooling in her eyes and I smile as only one word comes to mind.
Perfection.