It feels crazy to want something so badly, something I hadn’t planned for or even thought about until Sabrina brought it up.
Sabrina keeps watching me out of the corner of her eye like she’s searching for any sign that I might be about to lose my shit. But I’m calm.
“All right, time’s up,” Whimsy announces. She takes her hand off her test and lets out a joyous whoop. “Oh, thank God. I was beginning to feel paranoid.” She blows out a breath and tosses the test back in her box. “I’m so not ready for a kid.” She frowns when she finds that Sabrina and I haven’t checked our tests yet. “Hurry up, guys. Look.”
Sabrina and I exchange a look and remove our hands at the same time.
My heart stops for a moment before starting back up again at an accelerated speed.
The plus sign stares back at me and I choke on a sob.
Beside me, I turn to Sabrina. Her left hand covers her mouth and tears pool in her eyes. My eyes drop to her test.
Plus sign.
A sound that’s a cross between a cry and a scream leaves me as I throw my arms around Sabrina. “We’re going to have babies together.”
Sabrina squeezes me tight, both of us crying hysterically.
“Wait, you’re both pregnant?” Whimsy shrieks. “I’m going to be an auntie two times?” I let go of Sabrina and hold out my test to Whimsy. Her jaw drops and she throws her arms around me. “Oh, Ebba. I’m so happy for you. You want this, right?” She pulls back, holding my face between her hands. “This is happy news?”
“The happiest.”
Sabrina sniffles. “Maddie is going to be a big sister. Oh my God she’s going to be so excited.” She touches her hand reverently to her stomach. “Noah’s going to lose his mind.”
“And Fisher?” Whimsy prompts me.
“Is going to be shocked.” A laugh bubbles out of me. “That man has to have the most potent sperm ever. Apparently, my birth control is no match against him.” More laughter flies out of me. “A baby,” I muse softly. “We’re going to be moms together,” I say to Sabrina.
“Our kids are going to be the same age,” she adds.
“Best friends,” I choke. “At least I hope they will be.”
Sabrina grips my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“I feel left out.” Whimsy pouts. “Group hug?”
Sabrina and I each open an arm and Whimsy laughs as she joins our huddle.
“Girlhood,” I hear my mom’s whisper in my thoughts.
But not just girlhood anymore.
Motherhood.
CHAPTER 45
FISHER
Ebba’s been actingfunny the past few days. Something’s off but when I ask her about it, she’s quick to dismiss it. I’m hoping it’s just to do with whatever illness has her bogged down right now. I keep trying to push her to go to the hospital, but every time I bring it up, she’s quick to dismiss the idea.
I should be celebrating the fact that both Noah and Elias have made it to the final of Roland Garros, just like I said they might, but instead I’m headed back to my room with divorce papers clasped in my hand.
She won’t sign them; I tell myself and I truly believe that. But there’s still a little voice in the back of my mind that says,She might.
Stepping off the elevator, I exhale a weighted breath and tug on the collar of my dark shirt. I just got done filming an interview and I’m sure I sounded distracted, but that’s because I am. I knew these papers were coming this afternoon and that, coupled with Ebba being sick and a little distant, has had me stressed to say the least.
I let myself into the suite and despite my stress I can’t help but smile when I find Ebba seated at the table with some sort of fold up mirror, applying her makeup. She wears a silky palepink dress, her curls loose and free. Stunning. My wife—because I refuse to think of her as anything else unless she signs these papers—is fucking gorgeous.
