The Host: Epilogue 2
I'm pregnant. I'm only 21. I'm not even married. Do I tell Jared now about what I think or do I wait until I know for sure.
I think he has the right to know. As the baby's father.
Jared comes up later to bed and strokes my hair. It's now or never.
"Jared?" I whisper to him.
"Yes baby?" he whispers back.
I hesitate for a second. Jared looks at me worryingly. I have to tell him.
"I thinkā¦. I... I think I'm pregnant Jared.
He looks back at me in shock. We sit there for what seems like ages until he puts his hand on my stomach and kisses the top of my head.
"You mean to say that my little baby is in there right now?" he gestures towards my stomach. I nod.
"This is brilliant! I love you! And I love you!" Jared says as he kisses my stomach as what seems like a million times. I'm so glad he's glad. I thought he was going to leave me. Say we were too young. But no, he said he loves me and he loves the baby.
His lips move up to my lips and kiss me passionately and his hands stroke my stomach in light motions.
We replay what happened the night we first did it. But this time better.
