“No matter what it says, we love you.”
We’ve only agreed to continue trying so long as she didn’t hyper fixate on it, which was probably easier said than done and that was over five months ago now.
Caleb grips her jaw and pulls her in for a sweet kiss. “We can go home, if you’d prefer. Fuck dinner, whatever you want,” he says, his concern only for her in this moment.
“No.” She shakes her head. “Noah wanted a date night. I didn’t mean to spring this on you. It’s just, I don’t know, I took the test but then I panicked. I almost left it at home, but the thought of not knowing... I was going to check later when I popped to the ladies. But then I was like, if I drink and then find out I am—” Caleb presses the pad of his thumb to her lips.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” He glances to me and then to the pregnancy test still hidden beneath the silk.
“Sweet girl, I couldn’t give a shit about dinner. I just wanted to celebrate because I had my one year follow-up today.”
“You went on your own?” Caleb asks, almost looking hurt.
“It’s fine Caleb, everything is as it should be. Besides, we’ve all been so busy, hence date night.”
Caleb’s eyes glisten and he grabs my hand, his finger tracing my wedding band.
The pregnancy test is still in my other palm.
“So, you’re okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I am, I’m good.”
“I don’t like the idea of you going to them alone, we’re in this together,” Jessica says, and I instantly feel bad.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I promise to put my next appointment on the planner.”
I kiss Jessica softly and when I pull back, she wipes under her eyes.
“Sorry, I’m just really hormonal.”
I shake my head. “Don’t apologise for feeling, Jessica. It’s one of the many things we both love about you.”
She nods and blows out a breath before reaching for the pregnancy test still clutched in my palm.
Her hands tremble as she unwraps it, the results facing down, and she looks between the two of us before passing it to me.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
They both nod and I take a deep breath as I turn it over.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
JESSICA
I watch as Noah turns the test over, but my eyes move to his face. His expression is blank, followed by a myriad of emotions: shock, excitement, wonder.
His lips lift into the most contagious smile, and I find myself smiling before he even says the word.
“Pregnant.”
He holds up the test for me and Caleb, and my hand instinctively moves to palm my stomach,pregnant.
Caleb reaches out for the test and brings it closer to his face, as if to check for himself.
“Fuck, you’repregnant.”His eyes fill with tears as he looks at me with something akinto awe.
I reach out for the test, happy tears flowing freelydown my face, the word PREGNANT staring back at me.
