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…In return, Ari put his hands on my hips, and began bringing them up my sides…
I don't know how long we where…uh, having fun… but it was a while. The last thing I was consciously aware of was telling Ari how much I loved him. How much my heart pounded when he was near me.
And then he told me about his undying love for me. It was incredible. He told me how his heart would ache when I was gone. How incredible I was in his eyes. How beautiful I really was to him. How he thought about me constantly, hardly stopping to think about anything else besides making me happy.
That was all I remembered.
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…Two weeks later…
I woke up in the morning felling a little sick. I figured I was just hungry, and still a little stunned about last night.
My head was still on Ari's chest, and Ari was looking down at me. I smiled, and he returned the smile. What did I do last night!
"Good morning, birdie. How're ya doing?" He asked, and I took a minute, and then said, "I'm fine, I just have a stomach ache. I'm probably just hungry, though. What about you?"
"I've been watching you sleep for a while. Like, I once said, you are so peaceful when you are asleep." He said, still looking down at me like I was the center of his universe.
"I believe you said that I was peaceful when I'm asleep and when my mouth is shut, or something along those lines." I told him, and he looked surprised and mad that I remembered that. He frowned at the memory.
"I really didn't like you. You stole my daddy, and I never got over it until a few years ago." He said, and now that I thought about it, I really did steal his dad from him.
"It's okay. And, also, I'm sorry. I always thought you were cute, even when you were three." I admitted, a little bit to make him feel better.
"It's okay. Now, how about some breakfast?" He asked, remembering that I'd said I was hungry. Oh, yeah. I was hungry.
"Yeah, I'm starving. Last night wiped me out." I said as Ari got up. He came over to where I was, and scooped me up into his arms. I was used to it by now. He carried me downstairs to the kitchen, and sat me down in a chair at the island on the left side.
"What can I get for you, Mrs. Batchelder?" Ari asked, and I remembered that I had to talk about that with him.
"Uh, Ari… I know I married you, but I don't want my last name to be changed to Batchelder forever. Yes, for you and I, it's Max Batchelder, but to the rest of the world, I'm still going to be Maximum Ride. You understand, right?" I asked, hoping he did. He didn't look upset at all to me.
"Of course, Maxie. I just like to say that because you and I are together forever, and you having my last name, even just to us, is a sign of that." He replied, completely understanding. Why was he just so perfect?
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure that you understood that. And I'll have whatever you're having." I said, and he nodded.
"I'll make us up some eggs. Do you want some milk or something?" Mmm, milk.
"I'll have a glass of milk. Thanks." I said, and he said, "You are more than welcome." as he was getting out the milk. He poured some into a glass, and slid the glass over to me. He made the eggs, and put some on my plate, then some on his. He gave me my eggs, and come to sit down next to me.
"Ari, are you mad that I don't want to change my last name? I really don't want you to be unhappy; I just still want to be Max." I asked, felling a little guilty.
"Of course not, honey. I will always support you decisions. And besides, you'll always be my Mrs. Batchelder, even if you're not to the rest of the world." He was so understanding. I leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. He smiled at me, and mouthed the words, 'I love you' to me.
I ate my breakfast in hope that my stomach would feel better, but it actually felt a little worse. I needed to tell Ari, but I didn't want him to overreact. So I decided to tell him.
"Ari?" I asked, looking over at him. We were sitting together on the living-room couch, watching some stupid TV show that neither of us were paying any attention to.
"Yes, honey?" He asked sweetly. He was definitely going to overreact.
"Um… since this morning, my stomach has been hurting. Like, a lot. I don't know why, but I need to find some way to make it fell better, or at least find out why it's hurting." I said. He overreacted.
"Oh my god, do you want me to call a doctor, or bring you to a hospital? Do you need medication?" He asked, obviously worried sick.
"I don't need a doctor, but…" I didn't want to say it.
"But what? What do you need, honey?" Ari was definitely worried, and I felt really bad.
"I think I need to take a pregnancy test…" I said. He looked shocked, horrified, and, actually, a little awed.