“Cat already knows that I fuck every hole that youhave.”
I wasn’t planning to get pregnant, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want this time to be special. “Stop, Tristan. We’re here to find out if we’re having a baby, and you’re ruining this moment for me by saying those vulgarthings.”
He sighs. “You’re right, baby. I’m nervous and trying to disguise my feelings, but it’s coming off as being thoughtless and insensitive. I’m sorry. I swear that I’m not trying to be adickhead.”
“I love your filthy mouth. Just not when I’m on an exam table about to find out if I’m going to have yourbaby.”
Your baby.I bet that he loves hearing me saythat.
Tristan hasn’t said anything else about wanting me to be pregnant, but I know that his hopes are at an all-time high. He wants to get that news so badly today—that his baby is growing inside ofme.
And what do I want? I wouldn’t have chosen to get pregnant right now. I’d like to be married first and have some time for just the two of us, but I’ll be happy if there’s a piece of him inside me. I love him, so how could I notbe?
Tristan’s toes are on the floor, but his leg is bouncing up and down like crazy. “I haven’t asked. Do you feelpregnant?”
“I’ve never been pregnant, Tristan. I don’t know what it feelslike.”
He grunts and his leg bounces faster. A minute passes and he turns to look at me again. “You haven’t beennauseous?”
“I was the day after Easton’s party, but I think that we can blame the wine forthat.”
He gets up and goes to the diagram of a growing fetus on the wall. “Are your breasts sore ortender?”
“Not that I’m awareof.”
He continues staring at the diagram. “You’re two days late. Have you ever been that latebefore?”
“I’m sure I have been at one time oranother.”
“How can you be socalm?”
He thinks I’m calm? “My poker face must be exceptional. I’m nervous asfuck.”
“You know what happens when you use crass language, mon bien-aimé.”
I don’t get to reply because the door opens, and Cat comes into the room, holding a sheet of paper. “Results are in. Who wants to guess at what theyare?”
“I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me,” Tristansays.
Cat punches Tristan in the arm. “Well hell, you’re nofun.”
“I’ll guess if hewon’t.”
“Now see? She’sfun.”
“I’mpregnant.”
Cat smiles and slaps the results against Tristan’s chest. “She’s pregnant on the first try. Why am I notsurprised?”
“Because I’m a fuckingstud.”
Tristan looks at me and laughs, but he blinks rapidly and I swear that I think his eyes are glassingover.
He comes to me and cradles my face, placing a kiss against my lips. “We’re having a baby, mon bien-aimé.”
“Iheard.”
“Let’s figure outwhenyou’re having a baby. When was your last period?” Catasks.
