Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I just have to play it cool until I’m sure he feels like this is the right time.
And if he doesn’t. If he seems sort of negative about the idea, I know I have to approach it differently. Maybe I could remind him of how the best things in life can’t be predicted or planned. Like the way we met, the process of becoming part of each other’s lives. Back in the beginning, I could never have imagined how we would end up in this place—married, happy, and on the verge of starting our family.
A baby. Our baby. No, it can’t make up for the loss of that first baby, but this might be where we begin to heal from that. It’s not like the pain is at the forefront of my life anymore, but there’s still that faint sense of something missing.
Finally, we’ll be whole again.
That is if he sees things the way I do.
I’m still wearing out the floor next to our bed when he enters the apartment. This is it. I have to play it cool. He is so good at seeing through me, after all. Sometimes, I swear he can read my mind.
“Here you are. What, are you all ready for me?” he asks with a wolfish grin. Because while it seems like he’s always horny, he’s never hornier than when he’s fresh off a workout. I guess it’s all the blood flowing and his heart pumping. My little note didn’t help of course.
I look at him, and suddenly, everything I planned goes out the window. “I’m pregnant.”
So much for playing it cool and feeling him out.
He goes still, staring at me without blinking. “What did you say?”
“Pregnant. I’m pregnant.” I go straight to the nightstand and pull out the test, holding it up for him to examine. “I just took it today. I hope you’re not upset. We didn’t really talk about when we wanted to start trying for a family, and I know it’s still really early in the marriage and whatever, but sometimes things happen when they do for a reason, right? I mean, I guess that’s always the case—”
He takes my face between his hands, and I would swear there’s light glowing from under his skin. “You’re having a baby. Our baby. My baby.” Like he’s still not sure he can believe it.
Somehow, I’m able to speak even with my throat closed to the size of a pinpoint and my heart thudding against my ribs. “I am. At least according to the test. Are you okay with it?”
If I had any lingering doubts, they dissolve when he smiles from ear to ear. “How could I be anything but fucking thrilled?”
“You are?” I ask with a laugh of pure relief.
“Aspen! This is all I want! That one final piece that’s been missing. You’re giving it to me.”
“You kind of gave it to me,” I point out, laughing through my happy tears.
“We gave it to each other.” He pulls me in for a hug, wrapping me in his happiness and his love. “Thank you. Thank you.”
There are tears on my cheeks when he touches my face again, tears that transfer to his skin when we kiss. In that kiss is the promise of so much. Future, family, love. So much love.
There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes when he pulls back. “Come on.” He tugs my hand, pulling me toward the shower. “Let’s practice for when it comes time to make this little one a brother or sister.”