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The words cause my stomach to plummet. I just found out I’m going to be a dad.
I’m going to have my very own Olive.
Shock vibrates through my body. I don’t know what to say or even to think right now.
“There are options, Emery. The first thing I would recommend is making an appointment with your gynecologist to discuss the options.”
Options? What options? Not keeping our baby?My stomach actually hurts at the thought. Now, I’m fucking nervous. Especially because Em is so upset.
She nods, swiping away tears and sucking in a breath. “Thank you.”
Nodding, he gives her a sympathetic smile. “I’ll get that prescription called into your pharmacy. If you need anything, please let me know. Make sure to drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. Feel better.” He walks out the door, leaving us alone in silence.
The news sits heavy between us, hanging in the air.
“I- I.. I can’t believe I’mpregnant.” She sobs. “How did I not know? The s-s-hot makes me not have a period, but I mean, aren’t there other symptoms? Nothing feels different. I’ve been tired, b-but-t I’ve been working so hard on this case, I didn’t even notice. Oh… God. How could I not know?”
Fat tears stream down her face as she covers her mouth to stifle a sob.
I can’t take the distance any longer, so I stand from the chair and walk over to her, placing my arms around her, holding her against my chest as her shoulders shake.
“It’s going to be okay, Em,” I tell her, even though I’m not so sure myself right now. I’m still in shock that I’m going to be afather. A dad.To a tiny little human who will look just like their mama, if they’re lucky.
She shakes in my arms as she sobs against my chest. I can feel her tears soak through the material of my t-shirt, as I tighten my arms around her.
“How can you say that? How is it going to be okay? There is going to be someone who depends on us, Graham. Who we’re responsible for. Who will rely on us tolive. Everything will change, our entire lives will be different.” She’s rambling at this point, but I don’t stop her. I share the same nerves she does, but another part of me… is excited. I fucking love kids. Unlike Emery, one day I do want the picket fence, the kids in the backyard chasing the dog, a big house with white shutters.
Just like how I grew up. In a happy, loving home.
Maybe that’s happening sooner rather than later…
“… And I- I mean, I love wine. I can’t drink wine all the time when I’m a mom. Oh god, I’m going to be fat and have cankles, and my tits. My tits,” she sobs harder, “Maddison told me her boobs sag to her feet. To her feet, Graham! I have great tits, amazing ones really.”
“They are amazing, truly. Perfection.”
She pulls back and looks at me, covered in tears and snot, and still cute as fucking ever. “I will not lose my tits.”
“You won’t,” I assure her.
“I’m scared.”
Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Me too.” I admit. “But, you’d be an amazing mother, Emery Davidson. I know it.”
Freezing in my arms, she untangles herself. “Can you take me home? I just… I need medicine and time to process this. I can’t make big decisions right now.”
I nod. “Of course.”
Reluctantly, I let her go and help her down from the table. I don’t think we’re any better off than when we got here, only now, we’re leaving with some medicine and news that will change both our lives forever.
I don't know what the future will bring, and if I’m honest, I’m scared as fuck.
I’ve always wanted to be a father, and as nervous as I am about what is going to come, I’m hopeful that, even though she’s presented with choices, she’ll decide that having my baby is the one she wants.
