He takes it from my fingers, and I find myself holding my breath. Until his laugh breaks me out of my nerves. “Daze, you might have to leave the picture-taking to me, you and I are barely in it. It’s mostly our faces close up, and that huge chunk of wall behind us.”
“You sure? I think I see the three of us in that photo.”
His face scrunches in confusion as he looks for the mystery person I speak of. I know the moment he sees it, because he spins around, wide-eyed, hands hovering over the most important picture on our wall, as if he’s trying to figure out if it’s okay to touch it.
The sonogram picture of our baby.
His head whips in my direction. “Is this… are we… I mean you, are you—”
“Pregnant.” I bite my lip, tears starting to run down my cheeks. “We’re pregnant.”
He drops down to his knees, hands on my still flat stomach, and leans forward to place a kiss there. “Our baby is in there?” he whispers.
I nod, wiping away my happy tears. “Looks like we brought a plus-one to our own wedding.” I laugh shakily.
“Our baby. You’re pregnant with… our baby. God, Daisy,” he says in wonder.
“I went in yesterday for my annual checkup with my gynecologist. When my doctor walked into the room, she asked me how my first trimester symptoms were treating me. I had no idea the urine sample I’d given before I walked into the room would test positive for pregnancy. I haven’t been puking, which is the only symptom I generally relate to pregnancy. And mybirth control allows me to skip my periods, so not having one is normal for me. Hence, how I missed all the signs.”
“But you’ve been tired—no, exhausted.” He shoots back up to his feet and places his large hands on my cheek. “Are you okay? Is that normal?”
I smile. “Yes, it’s very normal. I thought it was all the extra hours I was putting in at work after Hot Mic went viral. Turns out, I was actually a tired mama-to-be. I’m perfectly fine, and so is our baby. We hit the twelve-week mark two days ago.”
“Okay, that’s good. I have no idea what it means, but I’m assuming it’s good. Right? Shit, I need… books. And to take a class. Twelve weeks, so we have what, six months left. All right, we can do this. But we need to baby-proof this place first.” He points erratically at the living room. “That coffee table has pointy edges, so that’s got to go. And, uh, plugs. Damn, I’ve never realized how many plugs we have in this house. We need—”
“To go get married. Or have I so quickly become chopped liver?” I sigh while holding in a chuckle.
“My Daisy girl.” He leans down and kisses me thoroughly. “You’re marrying me today.”
“That’s the plan.”
“And our baby will be there.” He smiles widely.
“And our families. Blood related and otherwise. The family and the love I’ve always dreamed of.”
He nods. “I’ve always dreamed of you. And now you’ve given me permission to dream for more. For our little family.”
I huff out a breath. “Okay it’s my wedding day and I’m pregnant, so take it easy on my emotions, will ya?”
He laughs as he takes my hands and leads me out the door, but not before pinning our photo and bringing the sonogram image with us.
We say I do as the sun sets over the mountains, casting us in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors.
I make funny faces while Luke whispers inappropriate jokes in my ear as we’re taking our professional photos, causing me to belly-laugh throughout the whole thing.
We sneak kisses during the speeches and roll our eyes playfully when it’s Nick turn on the mic and Luisa has to pry it out of his hands.
And when we’ve eaten more than we can handle, danced until we’ve lost track of our shoes, and cried more tears of happiness after announcing our pregnancy to the room brimming with love, we start to make our grand exit.
Luke loosens his tie as he smiles down at me.
I hop in his truck and wave at our guests who will be staying at the main house for the rest of the weekend.
“You ready to go home, wife?”
I wrap my ring-clad hand behind his neck. “If you’re driving the getaway car? Always.”
And off we go down the smoothly paved road leading back down to the bottom of the mountain.
