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I walk around my desk. When I reach him I wrap my arms around his neck. “This is so thoughtful and cute. Who would’ve ever thought the guy who drove me home on the back of his Harley months ago could be so cute?”
“First of all, it was a Ducati. Secondly, I’m not cute, I am rugged.”
We both laugh and I kiss him.
“You know, we really should stop being so lovey-dovey in the office,” I say. “We decided to keep things quiet, and even though we haven’t been caught, it’s only a matter of time if we continue to be this careless.”
“We’ve reported our relationship to HR. That’s all that matters. If we get caught, so be it. I kind of like sneaking around with you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I do.” He kisses me on the forehead then pulls back. “Now, you should go pack. We leave tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow? I can’t just drop everything at a moment’s notice.”
“I’ve taken care of it. Both our duties are going to be well taken care of in our absence. So go home and pack.”
I stare at him with a smile on my face trying to think of a reason why this would be a bad idea. When nothing comes to mind I grab my purse off my desk and start to walk out of my office and he slaps my ass as I go.
When I turn around and glare at him he holds his hands up in surrender. “Just putting a little pep in your step.”
I roll my eyes with a smile and walk out the door.
Now,what does one pack for a fun spring trip to Paris?
Every other time I’ve been there has been for work. So my wardrobe solely consisted of outfits that would wow the fashion hoi polloi. However, this isn’t that kind of trip. Travis has refused to tell me what he has planned for us. So I don’t know what to pack.
It takes me a couple of hours, but I finally puttogether a wardrobe that will take me through an ambiguous week in Paris.
It’s only when I’m packing my toiletries that I noticed my unopened box of tampons sitting on my vanity. Suddenly, I have a realization that stops me in my tracks.
My heart vaults into my throat.
I haven’t had my period in almost 2 months.
I’ve been so busy with work and Travis that it completely slipped my mind.
No. It’s impossible.
Ever since my scare over Christmas, I have been militant about contraception. I make sure Travis wears a condom every time we have sex and I even got on the pill. It’s impossible…but I guess not. They do say that contraception isn’t fool proof. There was that one time the condom broke though, but I thought we were fine because I was on the pill.
I can’t believe this. I know that if I don’t get a confirmation, my mind won’t be at rest this entire trip.
So 10 minutes later and a quick trip to the pharmacy around the corner and I’m back in my bathroom peeing on three sticks. While I wait for the results, I can’t help but notice how different I feel now compared to the last time I was in this predicament. I am terrified out of my mind that the tests may come out positive just like I was last time, but this time is different in that I actually wouldn’t hate it if I were pregnant. In fact, I think I quite like the idea of Travis and me being parents.
I know we are still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship and everything is roses right now, but I think he would be an amazing father. All this may be happening much quicker than I had hoped, but I am choosing to look at the silver lining here. It could be so much worse; there are worse men to be impregnated by, much much worse men.
When I have that thought, the timer I set on my phone goes off. I look down at the pregnancy tests, and all three have the same result.
I’m pregnant.
Maybe it’s a false positive.
No, that can’t be. I think I read somewhere that you can only have false negatives, not false positives.
So that’s it then.
I’m pregnant with Travis’s baby.
