Closing my office door, I walk down the hallway toward our bedroom. The ensuite door is ajar, the lights on, and there’s rustling coming from the other side.
Bingo.
Pushing the door open, I spot my beautiful wife immediately sitting on the edge of the bathtub, one hand shoved into a bag of popcorn, and the other holding a piece of paper.
“Baby?” I say, gaining her attention.
She jumps, the popcorn packet drops to the floor, and she holds a hand to her chest as she looks up at me. “Greyson?” She gasps, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. “W-what are you doing here? I thought your flight didn’t land until eight?”
I grin, walking toward her. “I got an earlier flight,” I confess. “Needed to come home and see my wife.”
She smiles, her cheeks flushing as she fiddles with the paper in hand. Glancing down, my eyebrows scrunch together as I walk closer to her. “What’s that?” I ask, pointing toward it.
“Uh…” glancing around, she bites her lip. “It’s, uh…it’s instructions.”
“Instructions?” I look at her confused. “Instructions for what?”
“To that,” she says, pointing toward a white stick laying beside the sink. “I haven’t looked, I’m too scared to look, so I’ve been eating my body weight in popcorn and reading this,” lifting the instructions in the air, she flails it around. “For the last five minutes.”
“Is that…” glancing to the stick, I gulp as I look back to her. “Is that a pregnancy test?”
She nods, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Walking closer to her, I palm her cheeks and glance back toward the counter. “You think you might be pregnant?” I ask, my eyes boring into hers.
“I’m late on my period—only by a few days, but it could be from the stress of trying to finalize this article,” huffing out a breath, she laughs softly. “I’m not sure…I’ve been feeling gross recently, and I just want to check.”
We haven’t been trying, but we also haven’t been preventing it…let’s just say, the minute we married condoms were no longer in the picture. I made sure of that when I fucked her in the bathroom at our reception and made her walk back out to our friends and family with my cum dripping down her thighs.
Caressing her cheek with my thumb, I say. “Do you want me to check?”
Inhaling a breath, she nods. “Please.”
“Okay,” I nod, walking toward the counter. My hands shake as I pick it up from the counter, and turn to face her. “What am I looking for?”
“Well, the instructions say that two lines means I’m pregnant, and one line means I’m not.”
Nodding, I grip the stick tightly in my shaking hand and let out a sharp breath as I turn it around to see what it says.
“What does it say?” She asks, standing up and walking toward me.
My eyes glance down, and a sob erupts in my chest. “I’m going to be a fucking dad?” My eyes widen as I stare down at the double pink lines clearly displayed.
“W-what?” She chokes out, grabbing the stick from my hand and looking herself. “Oh my god,” she gasps, her eyes darting from me to the stick. “Greyson…”
“I’m going to be a dad!” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice and face.
“Yeah.” She chokes out.
I can’t believe it.
Me…a dad?
“Lil-Bug,” I whisper the nickname I gave her in college as I lift my hands to cup her cheeks. Looking into her eyes, I blink as a tear falls. “We’re going to be parents, baby. You and me.”
“I know.” Her smile widens as tears stream down her face.
We’re going to be fucking parents.
Mom and dad.
