If Cath had kids
"Maybe it'll be twins!" Wren joked. It was Cath's 31st birthday and although the presents were overwhelming and all, the sudden news of babies had hit her like a truck. Levi was at night school and wasn't due till 10:30, Wren was here when the test gleamed positive. Wren had rushed round the room squealing and babbling on about baby name and being an aunty, yet as happy as Cath was, her mind was drifting to one question. What if Levi didn't want a baby? She looked down at her watch, 10:05. "What's up Cath, aren't you thrilled to be a mom?" Wren slowed to a halt and flopped down in the chair opposite, looking pink and flustered. She looked at her sister, she had always been good in these situation and at this persist moment Cath's mind was in overdrive. "I am, I've never been happier, it's just… what if Levi doesn't want the baby?" She admitted, she felt better, as if her mind had slowed to a steady sprint. Wren looked at her as if she'd just asked her if ice cream still melted on the moon, "Cath, this is Levi were talking about here…come on its Levi." She said it as if it was as simple as that, making her shoulders relax suddenly. Then the reality hit her, hard. "Wren….oh my god. WREN I'm going to be a mom." The tears spilled in a soft waterfall down her face, she looked at Wren, she never cried. The lock turned in the door and Levi's walked in, his face plastered with its usual lopsided grin that she loved so much. The grin slipped off his face as he saw Cath and Wren in hysterics in the dining room. "Cath, what's wrong, are you hurt?" he looked at her with sincere concern that it made her laugh, getting her to that awful hiccupy stage. Cath grabbed his hand in to a big bear hug sobbing gently on his chest, "You're going to be a dad" she whispered, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt. She felt him take in a sharp ragged breath before whispering through tears "Me a dad? Oh sweetheart…" his voice trailed off in between tears, he managed a quick "Me a dad" once again before lapsing into tears.
Relief ran through Cath's body leaving her warm to her finger tips. I think they call that joy.