I ran towards the restroom and locked myself in there just in time to throw up noisily in the toilet. I had just flushed and washed out my mouth when I heard an insistent knock on the door.
“Zo?” Devlin called. “Are you alright… are you sick?”
I opened the door. “Come in,” I said, as I pulled him inside the bathroom with me.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
I took a deep breath and opened my bag. “I have a confession to make,” I said. “For the last week or so… I’ve been feeling a bit funny.”
“Funny?” Devlin asked, with a frown. “Like sick?”
“Um, not exactly,” I said, pulling out the thing I had been carrying around in my bag for the past few days. I held it up to Devlin’s face, and I watched his eyes go wide.
“You… you’re pregnant?”
“I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “I’ve just suspected that that was the case… I’ve been waiting to take the test but we’ve been so busy this past week and I wanted to be able to do it with you.”
“So you haven’t actually taken a pregnancy test yet?”
“No.”
Devlin brushed his hand through his hair. “We weren’t planning to start a family until we were in our thirties and… more established.”
“I know,” I nodded. “But you know what they say… the best-laid plans… and anyway we don’t know for sure if I really am pregnant.”
Devlin bit his lip.
“What?” I asked.
“I just… I guess I was thinking… how awesome it would be if you were pregnant.”
“Yeah?” I asked, feeling a rush of love and affection for my husband.
“Yeah,” Devlin nodded. “Let’s take the test.”
So I peed on the stick and then Devlin and I had to wait a few minutes till the results registered. The whole time we were a bundle of nerves knowing that if we saw two little blue lines instead of one, our lives would change completely… again.
“I think we should be able to check now,” I said.
Devlin nodded and then he took my hand. “Ready?”
“Ready,” I nodded.
We glanced towards the test, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. It was indisputable… there were two very strong, very clear blue lines staring us both in the face. My hunch had been right all week.
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
“Oh my God,” Devlin gasped, grabbing me and twirling me lightly around the small bathroom. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“You look so happy,” I said, cupping the side of his face.
“Of course I’m happy… we can do this Zoey. We’re the perfect team…”
“You’re not scared?”
“Nope,” Devlin said confidently. “I don’t have any reason to be with a partner like you.”
“We just started this art studio,” I said.