6
Piero
“What’s the matter?” I asked as I sped down the freeway. The city flashed by me, but I didn’t give a damn about speed limits or anyone else. Something was wrong with Abby.
“I told you, I’m just a little sick,” she chastised me. “Did you pick up the soup and crackers like I asked?”
“Of course I did. What do you take me for?”
“Hey, hey, don’t snap at me.” She sniffled, her voice cracking.
“What? I wasn’t snapping at you, baby.” I quickly calmed down and told myself to shut the hell up when I heard her sniffling. “I’ll be there right away, okay? I brought you a few other surprises too.”
She sniffled again. “You did? You didn’t have to do that.”
When her voice cracked again I groaned. “Please, please don’t cry. I can’t take it when you cry.”
She laughed softly. “You sound so big and tough, but you’re such a softie.”
I smiled and took the exit off of the freeway. “Yes, and if you ever tell anyone that, I’ll kill you.”
“Only if it’s with your dick.”
“Only if it’s with my dick,” I confirmed, and laughed. “I’m five minutes from home, okay? And Abby?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I l-love you too.”
She hung up, and I sighed. I could already hear the tears starting again. I had too much hope to say what I really thought it was until she took the test I’d purchased, but the signs were obvious. Abby constantly cried, got upset, ate like mad, and then puked. If she wasn’t pregnant, she was definitely possessed or something.
As soon as I pulled up to the penthouse, I hopped out and jogged to Abigail. She was curled up on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around her, the AC blasting and soap operas on the TV. I always made fun of her for them, but honestly, they were pretty interesting. I’d started getting drawn into them.
“Here’s your soup,” I said as I placed it on the coffee table. “Minestrone just like you asked for, and some crackers. I also grabbed water, a sports drink, and chocolates.” I pulled out a rose and held it out to her. “And this.”
Abby smiled and took it from me gently. “You are so sweet to me.” She stroked the delicate petals and smelled them before she hummed happily. “Thank you, my Piero.”
“Of course.” I pulled out the pregnancy test and handed it to her. “So, please take this before I lose my mind with worry.”
Abby reached out a shaky hand. “Do you really think I’m pregnant?” she whispered.
I frowned. “Do … you not want to be pregnant?”
She looked up at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t say that! I’m just nervous, that’s all.” She gently touched her belly, and a small smile touched her lips. “A baby with you, from us. That would be amazing.”
My heart squeezed in my chest. “You really think so?”
Abby smiled. “I really think so.”
She stood up and went up on the tips of her toes before she planted a kiss on my cheek. Abby took off for the bathroom and I let her have her privacy. As much as I wanted to barge in and hound her, I resigned myself to vigorous pacing as I waited.
A child of my own. If Abigail was pregnant, I would give her the world. I was already crazy about her, and having a child added to the mix would just make everything better.I’ll have to get rid of the penthouse, get a real home for all of us so they can have a yard to play in.My mind went a million miles a minute planning our future when she came out of the bathroom with a smile on her lips.
“And?” I asked. “What did it say?”
“We’re going to be parents.” She broke into a wide smile and showed me the test. “We’re going to be parents!”