“I have vomit mouth. It’s gross.”
Zach cringes and suppresses a laugh. “Well, I kiss you after you have my dick in your mouth, so I don’t think it really matters to me.”
“Jesus! You are insane.”
He goes in for another attempt, and I wiggle out of his arms and stand. I turn around and press my hands against the counter, knowing that he could quickly hoist me up on to the counter and wrap my legs around his waist.
I kick the fantasy out of my thoughts. “You go change and meet me back on the couch—with the ice cream, or no snuggles for you.”
Zach settles for a kiss to the top of my head and exits the bedroom.
Slowly turning around, I bring my hands to my stomach. Could I be pregnant? I can hear the sound of my heartbeat pounding through my ears. I close my eyes and take three deep breaths. One. Two. Three.
Whatever the outcome, we’re in this together. I try to push those thoughts aside, but that’s like telling someone afraid of heights not to look down when they are high up. I put the box of tampons back under the sink and say a silent prayer that it’s just the stress of wedding planning that stopped the visits from Aunt Flo and not something that will be solved in nine months.
r /> Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That can’t be right. One word in front of me that changes our lives.
Pregnant.
Holy shit. I walk out of the bathroom and join Zach on the bed. The bedroom is so quiet. I’m not used to the house being so quiet after four adults living here—then again, I guess the silence won’t last long with a little one on the way. Holy crap! I’m pregnant.
“Well, what did it say?”
I hand Zach the pregnancy test and watch his reaction as he sees the results. Zach hops up from where he was sitting and paces the floor back and forth.
“You’re… We’re gonna… I’m gonna be…” He stutters his words.
I honestly can’t tell from his expression if he’s happy or mad. I mean, he can’t be mad, right?
I place my head in my hands and begin to cry. This isn’t part of our plan. We’re supposed to get married first.
Zach places his hands on mine as he crouches down to his knees. He pulls my hands away from my face and reveals my watery eyes. I don’t even try to fight the tears from falling.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“This! It’s all wrong. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. We’re supposed to get married first and then have a baby. We’re not ready for this.”
He takes my hands in his and sits back next to me on the bed, pulling me into his lap. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Yeah, we didn’t expect it to happen so soon, but what can I say? The Jacobs sperm is strong, especially with this weapon of mass destruction.”
I shake my head and laugh through my tears as he points to his dick. “You really need to stop calling it that.”
He brushes off my comment and continues. “It may not have been part of our current plan, but if you haven’t noticed, our families and plans don’t usually work out. All I know is I want to have kids one day, and I want them with you. If it happens a lot sooner than we thought, then so be it. Either way, you are going to be an amazing mom, whether it be now or down the road.”
I can’t believe him right now. I thought he would have been freaking out.
“Why aren’t you freaking out right now? You’re scaring me.”
He places a kiss to the top of my head before resting his against mine. “To be honest, I have no fucking idea. When you first mentioned that this was a possibility last night, I was freaking the fuck out internally, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night. After all the bad we’ve endured over the years, now look at all the positive things happening in our lives. First my sister is going to get engaged, and now we’re going to be bringing a baby into this world. You and me.” He places his palm over my stomach. “We did that. We made a baby; how freaking cool is that? Like seriously.”
Ha! Leave it to Zach to bring humor to a serious moment; it’s one of the many reasons I love this man. He is right though—having a baby would come eventually, but who cares about a timeline.
“We’re really doing this, huh?”
“You bet we are.” Zach looks down and bites his lip. “Damn, your tits are going to get so big. It’s going to be fucking awesome. I need to go call Ky and tell him the news.”
“About my tits?” I raise an eyebrow in question.
“No—you know those are all mine.” He winks and looks down at my chest before bringing his eyes back to me. “I want to tell him about the baby.”