The doctor takes some more measurements on the screen before printing pictures for us.
“Everything looks good, Reagan. We’ll have you start taking vitamins, and I’ll see you back here in about four weeks. Should you need anything else or anything comes up, just give the office a call.” She squeezes my shoulder and is out of the room.
“Wow. That’s our baby. I can’t believe it.” Leo is looking over my shoulder at the tiny photo the doctor handed me. “That’s our baby.”
Leo looks like he’s in shock, repeating the same words over and over. It’s hard to believe we made that. That the tiny human growing inside me is ours.
“How are you feeling?” Leo’s warm hand on my leg brings my attention back to him. His eyes are wet.
“That’s our baby.” Now I sound like Leo. “It’s hard to believe.”
I drift a finger over the picture, imagining what this baby will look like. If it’ll be a boy or girl. Whose eyes they’ll have.
“And now we just have to wait seven more months for them to get here.”
Leo moves between my legs, pulling me into his arms. His heart is beating hard under my ear as I rest against his chest. Warm lips kiss my temple.
Being wrapped up in Leo’s arms like this feels right. His tender embrace makes me feel safe. Like even though we didn’t plan on this happening, this baby is going to be a good thing.
That tough wall I put up to keep Leo out is coming down, one brick at a time.
Chapter Ten
Reagan
Aknot twists in my stomach, waiting for the call to connect to my parents. I feel like I’m back in high school, not a thirty-three-year-old woman.
“Reagan! How’s life Down Under?” My mom’s face overwhelms the screen.
“Mom. You need to move back. I can see your pores.” I love my parents, but technology is not their friend.
“Better?” She jostles the camera, pulling back so I can see both her and my dad.
“Looks like Sydney is agreeing with you. Seen any kangaroos yet?” Dad’s voice calms me. Seeing them helps settle the nerves that have been building.
“Not yet. They’re not just hopping around on the roads here in Sydney.”
My dad shakes his head, like that is the biggest travesty. “I guess Australia is a big misnomer then.”
“I didn’t actually call to tell you about the lack of kangaroos I’ve seen.”
“Everything okay?” Mom’s eyes meet mine, a mirror image of my own. While I look more like my dad, I have my mom’s eyes.
“Well, I have some news.” Wiping my palms down my legs, I rip the proverbial Band-Aid off. “I’m pregnant.”
Crickets. I can hear the distant noises of the city echoing around my small apartment because they are silent.
“You’re pregnant?” Mom’s brows furrow in confusion. “Are you dating someone?”
“No. I met someone my first night here—”
Dad raises his hand, stopping me. “I don’t need the details. I know how babies are made.”
“Sorry.” Thank God I didn’t have to continue. This conversation is already uncomfortable enough as it is. “It turns out, though, that he’s someone I work with.”
Mom winces. “Who?”
“The owner of the company. My boss.”
