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Twenty-Three
Luca was still lying on his stomach, snoring up a storm, when I snuck out of bed. It was only five a.m., but I couldn’t sleep thinking about the pregnancy tests in the bathroom.
I rolled away from Luca, but he threw his arm out, trapping me under the massive dead weight.
“Goes to jail, gets arms the size of a tree trunk,” I mumbled as I struggled to shimmy down the bed.
Finally free, I tiptoed to the bathroom, looking over my shoulder every few steps until my feet hit the tile. Shutting the door, I squeezed my eyes shut as the click sounded. The bedroom went silent, and I held my breath, waiting for Luca to call for me. Instead, I was met with a very loud snore, and my body relaxed.
I moved carefully through the bathroom, cringing as the brown paper bag crinkled. Everything is always one hundred times louder when you’re trying to be stealthy. I quickly read the instructions and readied two tests to be peed on, complete with stacked toilet paper to put them on.
No one ever prepared you for how bizarre it is to hold a stick between your legs and hope you’re pissing where you’re supposed to. The alternative was to pee in a cup and dip but sneaking down to the kitchen and back up seemed like the harder option.
My hands shook as I peed, the stick hitting my thigh, and I took a deep breath to relax. I stopped midstream, switching out for the second test. Popping the caps on the tips, I washed my hands and sat on the edge of the bathtub. After the longest three minutes of my life, I stood and inched my way to the sink.
“Oh my God!” I said, my hands going straight to my belly.
The bathroom door flew open, and Luca stood there with a gun pointing directly at me.
“Luca! Put the gun down!”
He immediately lowered it, his tired eyes scanning the room before falling on the tests. “Are those?” His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“And are you?” he croaked out, setting the gun on the counter.
I slowly nodded, my vision blurring with tears.
In a second, I was in Luca’s arms as he spun me around, burrowing his face in my chest.
Laughing, I slapped his shoulders. “Put me down!”
He lowered me to the floor, positively beaming. “We’re having a baby. You’re having my baby.” His hands went to my belly like he’d be able to feel something. “I can’t believe it.”
“Me neither. I thought it’d take a little longer, but here we are.”
Luca bent down, framed my face with his hands, and kissed me hard. He poured every ounce of love and excitement into that kiss, leaving no room for confusion about how he felt. Pulling back, he pecked me a few times, then scooped me up.
“Luca!”
He smacked my ass and carried me to bed. “We have something to celebrate!”
“We have mass in four hours.”
“I’ll be quick.” Luca laughed, diving on top of me.
“Why did your mom insist on New Year’s Day mass?” I yawned, closing the visor and sliding my sunglasses down to cover my tired eyes. “I look like I spent the whole night fucking my husband. And that’s after a shower and getting all gussied up.”
Luca turned into the church parking lot and smiled. “You look gorgeous.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You have a glow.” He smirked as he parked.
Swatting his arm, I laughed. “Don’t start that shit.”
“You’re in luck. That’s the only cliché I know about pregnant women. Let’s get in there before Mom starts—” His phone vibrated, and he gave me a look as he answered. “Hey, Mom. Uh. We’re here.” He pulled the phone from his face and frowned. “She hung up on me.”
