He mentioned that Eduardo and Emma had been accommodating throughout the preparation, and he couldn’t have done it without their resources. I’ll be sure to thank my homegirl as soon as we get back. We just finished a beautiful dinner and will ring in our first new year together as Dr. and Mrs. Dax Johnson. I still can’t believe that I am married. I look down at my hand. My ring finger’s enormous diamond and wedding band rest on my slightly rounded belly. I begin to reminisce about this year’s events—a year that had a lot of good and bad times. I hope I can get through the rest of the year without incident, but I feel that would be wishful thinking. This new year is sure to bring a better time for us. I can’t wait to see our baby and then finish school. Ideally, it would have been finishing school before our baby’s birth, but I don’t regret anything or how it happened. The end result is the same.
We watch the fireworks display lighting up the sky as the music from a distance plays the old popular Scottish song we always sing in the new year. The song is meant to be nostalgic in remembering good times spent with friends.
“Happy New Year, Mrs. Johnson,” he echoes the last lingering remnants of pops in the air.
He brings me out of my thoughts. He looks at me with so much love and adoration I start to tear up.
“Happy New Year to you, my husband.”
His eyes dilated, and he kissed me. “God, I love you, baby,” he said as he nuzzled into my neck, as the scratchy sensation of his whiskers tickled my cheek.
“I love you, Mr. Johnson.”
“I’ll be your Mr. Johnson," he says as he exaggerates his movements by rubbing his face around my neck, peppering me with breathy kisses.
I laugh, trying to pull away with the ease of our playful banter. I haven’t felt this happy in a while. I realized how busy our lives are and that I haven’t talked to Brodie. I refuse to let all my troubles bring me down right now. His absence isn’t part of them. I know he is trying to cope with his issues. Instead, I chose to be in the moment with my husband. I must let go of the guilt as we ring in the new year. I know it isn’t my fault. Hopefully, Brodie can accept this too. Besides, all that drama will await me when I return. Tonight I will enjoy the rest of my days off with my husband.
The alarm goes off at four thirty a.m., jolting me from my sleep.
“Oh godddd.” I place my hand over my eyes to shield myself from the assault of light coming from the bathroom. “Is our vacation already over?”
I hear a chuckle as the closet door opens and closes. “Rise and shine, baby.” He comes over to kiss my forehead as I groan.
“It’s so early.”
I hear laughter as he shuts the bathroom door, and the sound of the shower starts up.
“I can’t believe we have to get back to work already. I feel like we just got home,” I grumble as I throw the covers off my body exaggeratedly.
I heard the shower turn on and decided to check my emails and messages while Dax was there. I’m mostly out of bed anyway. It takes me four times as long to get ready, so I know he will be out soon. Sure enough, the door opens ten minutes later. He is in a towel wrapped around his waist and starts to pull on his clothing.
“I’ll get you a protein shake for breakfast with your prenatal vitamins.”
He leaves the room before I can thank him. He always seems to take care of me. I have to admit that living with him does have its perks. I sit on the edge of the bed and prepare myself for what lies ahead. My nausea has subsided, and I no longer have that dizzy feeling. I take great care to sit on the edge of the bed before standing too quickly since I passed out before, albeit a while back. I haven’t been to clinicals in two weeks. The semester ended with a holiday break, which seemed to go by in a blur of activity. I mean, a lot has happened in this semester.
Let’s see, for the recap—I found out I was pregnant, moved in with Dax, went on vacation for the holidays, and got married, just to name a few. I stretch and get out of bed, lifting my pajama top off and throwing it in the hamper as I make my way to the bathroom. The shower does little to wake me up for work. When I step out, I am greeted by Dax handing me a liquid breakfast and my prenatal vitamins.
“Thanks, husband,” I say as I take the beverage from him, giving him a chaste kiss.
He smiles at me and goes back out to the kitchen. I finish getting ready and meet him in the back of the kitchen.
“Are you ready to go, babe?” He handed me my water bottle and a packed lunch.
“You made me lunch?” I ask, but it is apparent that he did.
“Yes, I want you to have a nutritious meal for you and Dax Jr.”
I lift one eyebrow in question. “Dax Jr., huh?”
He smiles, stopping my heart with how happy he looks. “Yes, I know it’s going to be a boy.”
I touch my stomach instinctively. I don’t know how, but I feel it too. I don’t voice it, but I keep it to myself. I also thought straight away that it was going to be a boy. I can just sense it.
“We will find out soon enough, won’t we?”
“Definitely. I have to know, but I don’t care if it is a boy or a girl as long as our baby is healthy.” He grabs my hand, “Now, let’s go. We are going to be late.”
We get to work in no time and walk inside the hospital for the first time as husband and wife. I still can’t get over this realization. The nuptials we shared a couple of weeks ago seems to have become a more natural feeling. We are officially Dr. and Mrs. Dax Johnson.
