Then she giggles.That giggle is the most delightful sound I’ve ever heard.I stop kissing her and look down at her face.She’s smiling still.And I was right.It’s not her usual smile.It’s mischievous.
And more.I detect something potent there.Joyful.
That in itself isn’t unexpected.It’s our wedding night.Just a few hours ago, we swore to love and cherish each other forever, and now she’s mine, and I’m hers, and I know that I’ll be happy as long as I hold breath in my body.
Because Amy is with me.
We’ve been making love nonstop since the ceremony, but this smile is so saucy that’s it’s got me curious.
“What’s going on with you?”
She squirms beneath me.“I know something you don’t.”
“Is this twenty questions?”I like her playfulness, and I can’t get enough of her playing with me.I’ve received ten days of leave for my honeymoon, and I hope she plans on playing with me every minute of it.
But I can’t remain still another second.I thrust my hips into her, and her head falls back.She meets me thrust for thrust, tightening around me, possessing me.
Loving me.
She brings her lips to mine again.It’s intense and sweet, and we reach another climax together.I roll us onto our sides, still attached, me still a part of her.Our faces are no more than an inch apart, and when I gaze into her eyes, I once again know I’m the luckiest man in the world.
“Have you guessed yet, Finn?”
I make a show of trying to figure out her deepest, darkest secret.“Did you eat all the barbecue potato chips again?”
She play-punches me in the shoulder.“YouknowI ate those yesterday.Unless you got another bag."Her eyes flash.“Did you get another bag?”
I try not to laugh.“Well, let’s see, then.You won the lottery?I mean,wewon the lottery?Because I hate to break it to you, but as of four hours ago, what’s yours is mine.Communal property, baby.”
“I won the lottery the day I met you.”She caresses my cheek, her expression becoming tender.
Her pretty face sends a shock-wave of emotion through me, and I wonder, as I often do, how a human being can be as loving and kind as Amy is.How does she manage it?
“But you’re on the right track,” she says.“Keep guessing.”
“Okay.Don’t tell anyone on my SEAL team what I’m about to say, butI give up.Spill it, Mrs.MacLaine.Share your big secret with me.”
She shoots me the smile again, and she takes my hand and places it between us.At first I think she’s revving me up for a second round of honeymoon bliss, but she stops at her belly.
“That’smy secret, sailor.”Her whisper is soft.Her eyes fill with tears.
Fear grips me.My body goes rigid.“What is it?What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing bad,” she laughs.“Seriously?You haven’t guessed yet?Not with your hand on my stomach?”
I press my hand to her stomach, as if the answer is there.But it isn’t.It’s just her normal belly.The one I love so much.
She bursts out laughing.She pushes me away a few inches and rolls over on her back, still laughing.
“What is it?”I’m starting to freak.“You need to tell me.”
“For a brilliant man, you sure can be dense sometimes.”She jumps up from the bed.“Be right back!”
I watch her jog to the bathroom.When she returns, she hands me a plastic stick.It’s a pregnancy test.And it’s positive.
The blood rushes from my head.I stare at the little blue lines and swallow hard.“Really?”I look up at her.
She nods.Her smile is back, and so are the tears.
