“What time does your flight leave?” I asked, running my hands up his chest as I bit the corner of my mouth. Normally, I wasn’t this forward, but he’d been encouraging me to ask for what I wanted.
“Unfortunately, I have to be there in forty minutes.” He rested his head on mine, and I wrapped my arms around him. I was pretty sure we could have a quick romp before he left, but nothing in our bed was ever fast. Nico liked to take his time, and I wasn’t about to complain. “I’ll call you tonight, and we can try something new,” he said before lowering his head and pressing his lips to mine.
Nico slid his hand behind my head, wound his fingers in my hair, and I deepened our kiss. His cologne filled my nose, and made my stomach flutter. Who knew cedar, cloves, and a hint of vanilla could be so intoxicating?
The shrill ring of his cell phone stopped him from letting his hand wander down my body. He broke our kiss with a disgruntled growl and grabbed the phone out of his pocket. “What?” His gruff voice hollered into the phone. “I’ll be right out.”
“You have to go,” I sighed.
“Yeah, we’ll lose our departure time if I’m late. And then I will be gone longer.” Moving to my lips again, he gently kissed me before shifting. The pressure of his arousal against mealmost made me whimper, but I knew that wouldn’t help the situation. “Walk me out?” He asked, holding out his hand to me.
Placing my hand in his, he pulled his suitcase off the bed and dragged it behind us as we walked to the front door in silence.
I knew us being apart would be inevitable, but in the months we’d been married, we’d never spent a night apart. “I’ll text as soon as I can, and I’ll call you tonight after the first meeting is over.” He smiled.
“Okay,” I sighed and wrapped my arms around him.
“Trix, look after her, okay?” he said over my head.
“I will,” she answered, and I backed away from him. Reaching for me, he grabbed my arm and kissed me again. Hard and passionately, like he was sure he’d never see me again. He stepped away, and without another word, he climbed into his car as I watched it drive off.
“He’ll be back before you know it,” her quiet words should have made me feel better, but they didn’t. “Let’s get started on that wine and those movies.”
“I need to run upstairs for a minute first,” I grimaced, and Trixie frowned.
“What’s going on?” She asked, arching her brow, her eyes narrowing like she was trying to figure out by telepathy what was going on.
“Nothing, I just need to change into something more comfortable.” I brushed her off and ran into the house. Tears stung my eyes, and I barely made it to our room before they fell.
Walking into the closet, I grabbed a bag I’d snuck in a few days ago and went to the bathroom. Pulling the box out of the paper bag, I stared at it. How hard can this be? You just pee on the stick, right?
Opening the box, I pulled out a paper folded into a tiny square. Opening it, I read the instructions and sat on the toilet. Now I had to wait five minutes.
I wasn’t good at waiting, so I closed the bathroom door and paced in the room. Changing into something I could watch movies in took all of thirty seconds. Watching the clock, I swear minutes were really hours long.
Running back to the bathroom, I looked at the test on the counter. I stared at the plus sign on the display. I was pregnant. Grabbing another one, I took it again. This time, this one would tell me roughly how many weeks along I was. Judging from how I was feeling the last few weeks, I’d say five minimum.
Thinking back to a little over five weeks, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. The morning after Nico had been shot, in the extra bed I’d brought into the room when I was mad at him.
The screen showed six weeks. Placing my hands over my abdomen, I looked down at the non-existent bump. “Welcome to the family, little one. I wish your daddy were here, he’d be over the moon.” Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves and the fact that I’d have to tell Trixie before Nico because tonight would be wine-free for me.
“Hey Em, what’s taking so long?” Trixie asked as she walked into the room and looked at the test in my hands. “Oh. My. God. You’re pregnant.” She screamed, and I wanted to drop the test and cover my ears.
“You’re pregnant?” An excited voice said from the door, and I looked up to see Letty walk in.
“Neither of you can breathe a word of this.” I pointed between the two of them. “Nico doesn’t know, and I didn’t even tell him I suspected I was, so guard this secret, like it’s mafia information.” I watched them both nod, and I set the test on the dresser.
We left the room and all I could focus on was that test on the dresser. What was I going to do?
“Did you and Nico discuss this?” Trixie asked as we wandered out of the kitchen with bowls of popcorn the size of a small child.
“No, we didn’t, and I guess I never thought to. I don’t know if we even discussed having kids,” I said as I shoved the buttery deliciousness in my mouth.
“Were you on birth control?” Letty asked as she plopped down on the couch beside me.
“No, I never really thought I needed to be.” I shrugged, and for the first time in a while, it hit me how inexperienced I was.
“Well, I wouldn’t worry, Nico has always wanted kids, so he’ll be happy.” Trixie brushed away my worry with ease.
