JacobPOV
"Babe, I'm home," I call through the seemingly empty house. The stacked magazines on the coffee table spark my attention. Leah must have cleaned the house. Comtemplating this I realise Hell must have also frozen over.
Dumping my keys and the bag from the store, I step around the living area and notice all the things that are off. Nowehere are there pictures of Leah as a child. I have several hanging that Dad had given me over the years, some of my family but nothing of Leah's. There are pictures of us, but no pictures from her past. It's strange that I'd never noticed before and the feeling it leaves in my stomach is odd.
"Leah?" I call out, questioning the silence in the house. It's eerie and cold in the passage toward our room but I can't stop myself. "Baby?"
"In here," she beams as I open the already ajar door.
She sits on the bed, grinning from ear to ear as she flips a slim white stick in her hands.
"What are you doing in here? What's-" My voice freezes in my throat as she holds up the tiny stick in her hands. It's got me mesmerised and it becomes the most important thing in my world. "I - I - we're - are we? - pregnant?"
She nods enthusiastically and crawls to the end of the bed, bekoning me over. She turns the stick so I can see the two perfect blue lines across the screen. I'm lost for words as I look from her to the stick in disbelief. Me? A father?
"We're having a baby, Jake." Her voice is different somehow. Lighter in a strange way.
And that night when she kisses me and tells me she loves me, I believe her.