"Hey," I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could possibly be, which wasn't that much.
"Hey baby," Brandon gave me a kiss and looked at me while turning his head sideways.
"What's up with you?" He asked while setting down his laptop on the table.
"Uh, n-nothing! Why would you think there's something up with me? There is nothing up with me," I plastered on a fake smile. Wow! Real smooth, Nikki. Instead of trying to sound like there's nothing wrong with me, you act on the contrary. Brandon wasn't buying it.
"Come on, Nikki. You can tell me," he gave me his adorable puppy dog eyes and I couldn't take it anymore. I sighed.
"Sit down," I motioned him toward the sofa. "There's something I gotta tell you."
"What is it?" He looks at me, his face manifested with concern.
"I've been feeling sick all week. Like nauseous or something. And I've been in a lot of pain. So it turns out that...I'm pregnant," I winced on the inside. It took probably five seconds for the information to sink in. And he did something I would've least expected. He beamed.
"Seriously?" He asked happily.
"Yes, seriously," and in no time, he picks me up and gives me a nice long kiss.
"Oh my god! I can't believe this. We're having a baby," Brandon said excitingly.
"I know, right? There's so much to do. I haven't even told my parents yet," I admitted.
"Well, call them. Tell everybody, in fact," he handed me my cellphone.
"Fine, fine. Oh and I didn't have time to make dinner," I stated.
"We'll go out. This is a celebration," he gave me his white smile. Squeeeeee! (Yes, I still do that even though I'm an adult).
