Pregnant. No that can't be right. They practiced safe sex. How in the world could she be pregnant. They were finally out of the woods, and now she's pregnant. Can't be right. Has to be a mistake. But it wasn't, she was looking at six positive pregnancy tests in the bathroom sink. She has to tell him. He's buying groceries now, she'll tell when he gets home. Pregnant. The word sounds strange to her, foreign almost. It's odd, new. She's pregnant. She sits on the end of the bed clutching one of the pregnancy tests in her hands, like it's a life line. Waiting for the sound of the door to open. It feels like hours before it does. But she's frozen. Unable to move from her stop on the bed.
"Kate?!" He calls. She hears, but doesn't respond. He repeats her name a few times. Searching the loft for her.
"Here." She says when she knows he's close to the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" He asks from the doorway. She looks up, her eyes distant. She sees his face change to concern. It takes him only two strides to be beside her.
"Kate. What's wrong?" He asks, kneeling in front of her on the hardwood floor.
She doesn't speak. Part of her thinks she can't. She opens her hands to reveal the pregnancy test. She watches him. He slowly raises his hands and picks up out of her hands slowly, gently as if he doesn't want to break it. He stares at it for minutes before he meets her gaze.
"You're pregnant?" He asks. He looks like a little boy, scared, but excited at the same time.
"We're pregnant." She corrects softly. "There are five more just like that one."
"We're having a baby?!" His eyes sparkle with joy.
"We're having a baby." Baby. That word too sounds weird on her lips. At least to her it does. But not to the man who is now standing above her. Pressing his forehead to hers. Leaning in to kiss her. It starts out gentle, a soft way of declaring their love, without words. A small caress of his lips to hers. But it slowly escalates to a celebration of sorts to the news they received today.
As she lays curled in his arms after they made love. She lets the thought roll around in her head. She's pregnant. She's going to be as big as a house. And she doesn't care that she will lose her body, because she loves the man who has hand splayed protectively over her stomach. She's carrying his baby. Her baby. What will one day be a perfect mixture of them. Their baby.