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I was not taking any risks.
"Hey, babe, did you finish off the coffee yesterday?" she asked with a frown, pushing some hair out of her face. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she turned to face me, her hand still hovering over the empty coffee canister.
That she had just filled for the third time in a week.
I leaned against the counter with practiced nonchalance. "No, I thought we had a bunch left.”
Her frown deepened. “So did I. Didn’t we just get some yesterday?”
I shrugged. “I’ll grab some after practice.”
“Let’s go to Starbucks,” she said, sounding a little panicked. “I need my fix.”
Olivia's caffeine addiction was going to be a problem.
“How about I make you a smoothie instead?” I asked. “Oh, and Mrs. Bentley’s burritos. She sent some to practice with Lincoln.”
“We should try and steal her away from Lincoln,” she murmured, temporarily distracted from her quest for caffeine with the mention of Lincoln’s housekeeper’s burritos.
When I was silent, she turned and glanced at me. “Disney, you simp,” she said in what I assumed was her best attempt at Ari’s voice, “You’re quivering in your shorts just thinking about taking anything away from Lincoln.”
It was true. I would never ever try to steal Mrs. Bentley. Even for the love of my life. I grinned unrepentantly and she laughed.
I started pulling out ingredients for smoothies. I had become an expert over the last week at pregnancy smoothies, blending together fruits, veggies, and a healthy dose of prenatal vitamins. Olivia had no idea that her morning pick-me-up was now laced with all sorts of ingredients meant to nourish a growing baby.
I was desperate for her to realize she was pregnant, but so far she hadn’t seemed suspicious at all about the nausea, increased breast size, and missed periods. I’d specifically searched pregnancy topics on her phone so now all her ads were baby related.
Still nothing.
Apparently getting pregnant was so far out of the realm of possibility for her that she was missing even the most obvious signs.
She went to get some water out of the tap and I hurried to “accidentally” knock her glass over so it all spilled out.
“Oh babe, use the filtered water in the fridge, sink water sucks,” I told her, grabbing the glass and filling it for her. I’d paid to have a super fancy filter put in the fridge that got rid of everything bad because I’d read that tap water had a bunch of toxins in it.
Who knew?
According to my five baby books, apparently everything was bad for you while you were pregnant. Which made my job really hard at the moment keepingeverythingaway from her.
I finished making the smoothie and handed it to her, feeling even more crazy as I stared at her perfection. I wished I knew how she would react to the news. Having a baby with her was the best thing I could ever imagine…but I wasn’t sure she would feel the same way. I could have pointed out her missed period, but Iwas trying to enjoy this little calm before the storm…just in case she freaked out.
At least she’d never know exactlyhowshe came to be pregnant. That would be far harder news to deliver.
I laughed at that little thought and Olivia raised an inquiring eyebrow. She didn’t ask me what I was thinking about though, since I tended to do that a lot—laugh at random things in my head.
“Drink your smoothie,” I ordered, and she wrinkled her nose.
“What all do you put in these? They taste a little different than usual,” she commented as she took a long draw from her straw.
“Just some vitamins,” I answered innocently, obviously leaving out the fact that she was gulping down the most expensive prenatal supplements that money could buy.
Nothing was too good for my two babies.
I was pretty sure that the role of the smoothie-making, coffee-banning, overprotective partner was my life calling.
Hopefully she was cool with that.
Later that day, as we headed out for a walk in the park after my practice, I made sure to keep a close eye on her. I insisted on carrying the heavy bag with our picnic essentials, brushing off her protests.
