“Do I need to take you to the emergency room?”
I smile, unable to stop myself, because this so like him. “I’m okay now,” I assure him, but he still doesn’t look convinced.
“Let me just turn off the oven, and then we can go,” he claims, and then turns to walk over to the stove.
“Sebastian, I’m not sick.”
“Something is wrong,” he says, shaking his head. “You’ve been so exhausted lately, and now, you’re throwing up. I don’t know if you have the flu again, but I’m not going to sit by, when I can do something to help.”
My smile grows bigger by the minute, because he’s genuinely worried about me. As he finishes putting away dinner, he stops, and then frowns, as he looks at me. “I’m not sick,” I say once more.
“Then what’s going on?”
Pushing out a deep breath, I softly say, “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes instantly widen, and his entire body stills. I don’t utter a single word, as I wait for him to say something, but the longer he doesn’t move, the more I worry. After a few moments, he drops his head, as he says, “I need to sit down.”
Okay, this isn’t as bad as I thought it might be, but I’m still afraid he’s going to think the worst. Watching him flop down in the chair, I pull out one for myself, setting it right by him. Taking his hand, I swallow down the sudden lump in my throat, and then ask, “Do you remember when I got sick with strep?” With his subtle nod, I add, “Well, it turns out that the medications the doctor gave me, counter acted with my birth control.”
His gaze finds mine, as he claims, “That should’ve been important information shared.”
I let out a small laugh, because his tone of voice is so sarcastic and flat at the same time. It’s his dry humor coming out, and it feels good to laugh. I’d much rather laugh than cry right now, so I’ll take it. “That’s what I said, too.” Holding his gaze, I add, “If I had known, then I would’ve made you use protection.”
I suck in a deep breath, as he leans forward, and then cups my cheek. Gazing into my eyes, he firmly states, “I know.” It’s those two words that send relief, rushing throughout my entire body. With those words, he’s telling me all I need to know.
He knows I didn’t and wouldn’t do anything like this just to hurt him or trap him.
Using his thumb, he rubs it across my cheek, as he asks, “Do you want to have a family with me?” The question surprises me so much so, that I can’t seem to find the words to answer him. “I mean, it’s ultimately up to you with what you want to do, but …” He stops for a moment, gazes down, and then smiles so big, when he claims, “I would love to have a family with you.”
Tears fill my eyes, as I ask, “Really?”
“Yes, really, Trixie. I want it all with you.”
Happiness and joy flow through me, as his words finally set in. Jumping up, I wrap both of my arms around him, holding on tight, as I realize what this means. As he embraces me back, his head drops to my neck, and I can’t help but grin widely.
Before I walked inside our apartment, I already knew that I wanted this baby. I knew that I would do anything and everything for him or her already, and I just worried Sebastian wouldn’t want the same thing.
Turns out, he wants it just as much as I do.
Two weeks later
“What about William?” I ask Sebastian, as he walks into the bedroom. This has been our thing for the past two weeks, after our first visit with our doctor. Every night, I suggest a name for a boy and a girl, and every night, Sebastian shows his distaste. “We could call him Will for short,” I add, as he sits down beside me on the bed.
“I was also thinking Brooklyn for a girl.” He smirks, knowing I’m not giving up, until he gives his approval.
“I like those names,” he says with a grin, and then leans in to kiss me tenderly.
“Finally. I thought I would have to take this baby name book back.”
“Naming our child is important,” he tacks on in a serious tone. Setting the book down, my heart swells with so much love, when he reaches over and places his hand on my stomach. “I can’t wait, until I feel him or her move.”
Laying my hand over his, I say, “Me, too. Ava said it’s one the best feelings.”
We sit in silence for a few moments, enjoying the complete bliss of what’s to come. Last week, it was strange to think of the future with a baby in it. Now, it’s like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Surprisingly, we’ve both accepted our unborn child, and I don’t even question the love I already feel, when I think about our baby.
It’s like an instant love, but it’s different than the way I love Sebastian. The only way I can think of how to describe it, is the bond is deeper and stronger. Every time I think about our baby growing inside of me, I get so excited about the future. I can’t wait to see my belly grow, and to see him or her getting bigger. I can’t wait to hold him or her for the first time, and I really am eager to get more ultrasounds done. While I love the one we got two weeks ago, it’s still a little weird to look at. Our baby looks like a little alien at only nine weeks old, but nevertheless, I love our
