She blows out a breath, smiles, winces, then smiles and winces again.
“I’m not sure how to say this.”
And right now I’m not sure if I should be worried or what. She looks like whatever she’s about to say might not be something I want to hear.
“Just blurt it out, baby,” I encourage, taking her hand in mine.
She nods, then takes a deep breath before looking into my eyes.
“Xander,” she begins.
“Yes.”
“I, um, wow, this is harder than I thought. I mean, I’m worried about how you’ll react.”
“Now you’re gettingmeworried. Just say it. We’ll figure it out,” I vow.
“Okay. Okay.”
Another deep breath. Oh boy.
“It’s like this, Xan. I kinda messed up.”
My heart sinks into my stomach, and I swear it'd fall out my ass if I weren't sitting down.
“How? What’s going on?”
She looks up, then looks back at me. “I’m pregnant.”
It doesn't register. I'm expecting Tera to say she banged someone else or something. I mean, we had that agreement years back and after she said ‘yes' that agreement changed. It's just been her and me. No one else. So… wait. What?
“Did you just say you’re pregnant?” I ask, my voice actually squeaking.
She nods, biting her lower lip.
“Are you sure? I mean, did you see a doctor? Is this one okay? I know you had tests and they said things looked okay, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be okay. Holy shit. Really?”
She nods.
"A baby? Our baby. Holy shit!" I slide to the floor and hug her waist, resting my head on her abdomen. "I knew something was up. Your boobs are bigger, and you're curvier. Holy shit, Tera!"
She’s laughing and crying at the same time.
"That's why you were sick. Have you been sick a lot? Do you know how far along you are?" I'm full of questions, and I can't stop kissing her stomach.
“I’ve been sick every day and usually around mid-afternoon like now and nighttime. It’s brutal, X.Brutal.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? How far along did you say you were?”
She laughs. “I didn’t say, but I’m just staring the second trimester, so four months. I wanted to wait to see if I made it through the first trimester. Miscarriages happen most often in the first trimester. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. I knew I was coming out here, but I had so many things to get organized before I did.”
“Wow,” I whisper. My heart beating so hard. It feels so full. “Our baby is in there.”
She nods. “Are you happy?”
I look up at her. “What? Baby, I’m fucking ecstatic! I’m just in the ‘holy shit we’re having a baby’ and ‘I’m so fucking excited I can’t speak’ stage.”
“Oh, thank God. I was worried—”
