He did as I told him and smiled and bobbed his head when he found the gift bag with four new controllers in there. Our anniversary and his birthday had passed, so he wasn’t expecting gifts. For our first anniversary, he had bought me a brand-new Genesis G90, and I had his new gym fully designed and decorated.
My baby was officially retired with his undefeated status intact.
“Thank you, baby,” he replied, walking to me to grab and kiss me. He spanked my ass before he turned his attention back to his new remotes. I noticed the old “lucky” ones had been left behind on the bar, and he hadn’t thought twice about them as he ripped into the package of the new ones.
“You’re welcome. You don’t want your flowers?”
“Flowers?”
I held up the bouquet that I was still holding. “Yeah. These are for you.”
He had grown accustomed to receiving flowers from me, and he didn’t think it was odd for me to be giving him some. He often came into my shop and ordered flowers for me, too, but he did it whenever I wasn’t there so one of my staff handled it.
“What did I do to deserve flowers today, baby?”
Shrugging, I extended the vase to him. “I don’t know. Why don’t you look inside and see if you can find a card.”
He set the controllers down and took the bouquet from me.
I pulled my phone from my back pocket and opened the camera.
“They’re beautiful, baby.” His face scrunched up as he carefully searched through the bouquet for the card. I always included love notes. When he removed the middle flower, he jerked his head back. “What’s this?”
I watched in fascination as my stomach trembled while he stared at the fake flower. The flower was designed from tissue paper and attached to an oblong stick. I chewed nervously on my bottom lip as I held my camera up to record him.
“Baby?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re having a baby?” He held the pregnancy test up in the air and turned it over repeatedly.
“What does that stick say, bae?”
“Uhm, . . . positive.”
“I’m positive that we’re positively having a baby.”
“Could it have been a mistake?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
He seemed like he was trying to hold back his excitement until I gave him permission to be excited.
“I’m sure.”
“How sure?”
“Like, when I went for my annual a week ago, they ran all the tests they usually do and told me that I was seven weeks pregnant type sure. Like sure enough that after the doctor informed me, I bought another test to take just to show it to you.”
He dropped down onto the couch and stared at the stick for several long seconds. I sat beside him and wrapped my arm around him. After I rested my head on him, I spoke. His siblings refused to have kids, but I knew it was his dream.
“You are going to be an excellent father, Reighvyn. Our child will love you, and you will shower him or her with so much affection. You’ll teach our baby how to play games, how to survive, camping, how to tie their shoes, brush their teeth, and ride a bike. You might fall and make mistakes, but you’ll nevergive up. You’ll keep on trying until you look like an old pro. You know how I know?”
He shook his head and wiped his tears.
“Because I’ll be by your side, and Papa Reed will be there to guide you whenever you need advice.”
