She laughed again, rolling her eyes this time. “I’m fine. You’re not going to break me. Promise.”
“I know, but?—”
“The baby will be fine too,” she said, placing her hand over my heart.
Everything in me softened at that. “We’re going to have a baby.” I cupped her cheek. The reality of it was still sinking in.
Bryn. Me. A baby.
She leaned into my hold, smiling. I guided her over to the cabana, needing to hear more about it. To hear everything.
I helped her down onto the cushions then sank down beside her. I had a million questions, but Bryn’s well-being was my primary concern. “How are you feeling?”
She brushed my hair away from my face. “Tired. Emotional. But otherwise, okay.”
I nodded, still trying to process this incredible news. How had I not realized or even considered this as a possibility?
The fainting. The exhaustion. The lack of appetite. What I’d thought was stress—and maybe some of it was—must also be symptoms of early pregnancy.
“And the baby?” I asked.
She placed her hand over her stomach, and I wasn’t even sure she was aware of it. She was going to be such a good mom. “My doctor says the baby looks healthy.”
“How far along are you?” I asked, placing my hand over hers, over the life we’d created—together. I swiped away a tear, and I was choked up just thinking about it.
“Frasier.” Her smile was soft, her eyes swimming with emotion as she caught another tear.
“I just never expected this.” I was unable to contain my smile. “I’m so happy.”
“I was just as surprised,” she said. “I’m still surprised. I mean, we were careful. We used condoms.”
“Yeah, but there was that one time…”
“Yeah…” Her cheeks pinkened, and I knew we were both replaying that night. She’d picked me up at the Atlas Center after an away game, and we hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot without having sex in the back of my car. Needless to say, we’d been a little reckless.
“Do you think…?”
She nodded. “The timing lines up. I’m about ten weeks along.”
Eight? My eyes practically bugged out of my head. I felt as if I’d already missed so much.
“You can go with me to my next appointment if you want,” she said.
“Of course I’m fucking going,” I growled. That wasn’t even a question. I wished I’d been able to go with her to the first appointment.
“I’ll try to schedule it around your games and practice.”
“I’ll be there,” I said, and I meant it. I didn’t care what was on my calendar; there was no way I was going to miss this.
We still had so much we needed to plan and do. But for now, I just wanted to revel in this gift.
“I know this isn’t what we planned…” She trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Bryn.” I brought her hand to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “We both know that things don’t always go according to plan, but I’m thrilled. Are you?—”
“So am I,” she said, shoulders relaxing. “I mean, yes, it was a big shock at first. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
I frowned, not understanding. “How long have you known?”
