This is a short introduction to this story. It'll probably be quite episodic just because of the idea I have. But yeah, I hope you enjoy the introduction!
"I'm pregnant," The words spilled out of my mouth as soon as I heard Nick's footsteps in the flat. My body was slumped on the sofa; I could see him but I knew he'd stopped moving, stopped taking off his jacket. I told him so quickly because I'd been sat alone, well not alone, with my swirling thoughts. Since the test had confirmed my thoughts, I guess my fears, I'd sat on the sofa and my mind played scenarios to me. Scenes of the past and possibilities of the future - our future.
"Woah let me get in the door," He said, a slight chuckle at the end that was full of nerves.
"I've been waiting for you to come get in the door for hours," I told him as I looked to my hands. The skin was red around my thumbs where I'd been picking it as I awaited Nick's return.
"Pregnant?" He asked as he sat beside me and I nodded gently then awaited his response. "Wow, um okay - not quite what I'd thought you'd tell me when I got in."
"You don't sound happy," I said, my voice panicked because I needed Nick to support me, to guide me.
"No I am, being a Dad is well, yeah everything really." Nick said and I knew how much it meant to him, he'd always wanted to be a Dad ever since I'd known him. I'd seen him with Max and Lily, even Bethany, the way he played with them or took them to the park; every time he was with them he was accompanied with a genuine smile.
"So you want this baby?" I asked him and instead of answering he took my hand, squeezing it gently.
"Do you?" He asked and I sighed as if I was trying to shift some of the weight I felt pushing upon me. The weight of decisions and responsibilities.
"I don't know," I whispered. I did want the baby, a family with Nick, a chance to be happier than I'd ever deemed possible. But, what if this one opted out like my baby girl because I wouldn't blame them - they had a better Father this time, someone I trusted fully but they still had me as a Mother. Carla Connor with a child, most would laugh.
"Have you done a test?" Nick asked me and I nodded at him, scared that if I'd have spoken my voice would've failed me and would have been replaced with tears.
"Listen," Nick sighed, his body shifted closer to mine as our hands remained entwined. "I want this baby, our baby. I want to be a Dad and love our child honesty and truthfully. I want to play with them in the summer, all three of us running about and I want to snuggle up in the winter. Carla, I want this with you, a family with you because I love you. It might not be easy, it might take some adjusting but, I know we could do this, I know we could be happy with our own family."
"You promise you won't leave?" I asked, my voice small after Nick's speech because I believed his every word, he wanted a child more than anything. Nick Tilsley as a Dad, that was an imagine I could picture vividly in my mind.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
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