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“Yeah. I am. I’m just…a baby.”
“Yeah.” She bit her lip. “I can’t believe we’re discussing this here. Can we please go before Sister Tobias brands us fornicating heathens?”
“Well, we are. At least on the fornicating part. Heathen is a title I’m still working to earn.” I slung an arm around her shoulders as we made our way down the hall, stumbling like people who’d had too much to drink.
Or had engaged in way too much sex and had way too many orgasms until boom, egg meets sperm and holy eggs Benedict.
I hadn’t brought my briefcase with me, but I’d come in early tomorrow to check over the kids’ homework. My thoughts were too consumed with my kid just now.
Mine.
Ours.
How freaking amazing. Assuming I didn’t drop dead from sheer, mind-numbing terror.
“Think of it this way,” I suggested as we walked through the now mostly empty hallways.
Thank God for that, or else someone would overhear us and I’d be on the unemployment line just as we needed money for Pampers.
Back to the eternal Pampers or Huggies debate. Ivy had used cloth diapers early on, I was pretty sure. I would have to ask which she recommended.
I was officially spinning out into a mindfuck of Baby-O-Rama proportions.
“What?” Luna asked, a little wobbly herself as we finally stepped out into the sunshine.
“At least we didn’t discuss our lovechild in the actual church.” She giggled until I turned her toward me and lifted her hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “Because that’s what he or she is. For real,” I said hoarsely.
“Realer?”
“The realest.” I kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“Even now that you know?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I forced myself to look directly into her beautiful sea-tinged eyes. “Somehow even more.”
Fourteen
The incessant ding of my text messages finally dragged me back from my faceplant on my bed.
This pregnancy thing was no joke. Dear goddess. It had been a little over a week since I’d told Caleb about the baby, and morning sickness had come to my village in a huge way.
I peeled my face off of the book I’d been reading. I’d barely gotten to page twenty before I passed out like a drunk frat boy at three in the morning.
Oh, but it was one in the afternoon here in the land of reality. And I was becoming a narcoleptic.
I reached down to the floor where my phone was and lifted it to see if anything was pressing.
Five messages from Caleb.
He’d checked in with me each hour. I’d managed to reply to one before I passed out. I quickly sent him a reply that I’d taken a nap before he sent one of our neighbors to check in on me.
Again.
Another three dings and a flood of messages made me groan. I’d expected him to move to another state after my news, not turn into Mr. Attentive from a Disney afternoon sitcom.
I glanced at the top of my phone with a groan. My calendar notification reminded me I had a client in twenty minutes.
At least I’d get a few minutes reprieve from Caleb. He was overwhelming the hell out of me, and I needed a freaking minute. Especially since this morning sickness thing was trying to take me out of commission.
