IM BACK GUYS! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! (This isn't a Valentine's Day chapter per se but it's as fluffy as one).
Copyright - Boy Meets World (Prom-ises, Prom-ises)
Photo #87: A Blissful Surprise
Eadlyn isn't really sure how to take the next set of photos. They're all close-ups of her father's face with different facial expressions on it that range from confused to overjoyed to entertained to stunned. Eadlyn's face currently resembles the first one of her father since she has no idea what is going on.
The thing about all these photos is that the ones like these have no context so Eadlyn is just supposed to interpret them as she wants to. The problem with that is her interpretation will definitely be far off so she'll never really know what the story behind these photos of her father's various facial expressions is, but when she gets out of this room and this whole situation is cleared up, she better remember to ask.
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"Come in," Maxon replies to a set of knocks on his office's door.
Maxon looks up from his paperwork to see America walk in through the open door. She closes it behind her with a giddy smile on her face as she prances over to Maxon's desk. Maxon already smiles even though he has no idea what his wife is doing here or that she has his camera in her hands for that matter. America stops at the empty corner of his desk and takes a seat on it. Before Maxon could get a word out, America snaps a picture of his face. He knew something was up since America knocked before coming in, but that action just confirmed his suspicions.
"What was that for?" Maxon asks.
"Were you busy?" America asks instead.
"Not really, but even if I was, you would still be here."
America snickers as her eyes look down. Her fingers twiddle with the camera. Maxon still notices that the dimples on her face from the smile she had while walking in were still there and yet, he still hasn't asked why.
"Here," America says, reaching into the back of her jeans pocket and handing Maxon an object.
Maxon takes it into his hands and looks at it. A second snapshot coming from America distracts him for a moment but he regains his focus. As his face studies whatever America gave him, her small giggles make him lose focus all over again. Maxon looks up at her and squeezes her waist as he goes back to the object.
It's a small white stick with some pale pink and blue features that Maxon doesn't bother to read since those are all brand name stuff. His eyes go over to a cove in the middle of the stick that is a film-like screen with two pink lines on it - his mind goes blank for a second because he finally knows what this is. The camera clicks for the third time.
Maxon is looking at a pregnancy test. It doesn't even faze him that on his hands is a stick that involves a process of being peed on, it's a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test to be exact. Why else would America show him this unless -
"America!" Maxon exclaims, hopping out of his seat. Some papers from his desk fly off but he doesn't care to pick them up.
America claps her hands together at this new joy in their lives. Maxon quickly goes to hug her tightly, swaying her frame back and forth on the corner she still sits on. America shakes, not because she's cold but because she can't contain this feeling of excitement any more than he can.
"Is this real?" Maxon asks her, just to be sure. "Is this actually true and not some sort of weird and twisted prank?"
"Of course not," America replies. "Why would you think that? I'd prank you with something way funnier."
Maxon doesn't even process that latter statement. "I'm just saying. We didn't plan to have a fourth baby, at least not now."
America scoffs. "None of our kids were planned on the dot. I find that true love thrives best in the realm of blissful surprise."
America grins and Maxon pulls her into a kiss. This is all still so surreal to him that his joy comes out as a laugh, mid-kiss. His wife is pregnant with their fourth child. The genuine shock feels like he was being told she was pregnant for the first time. America smirks, feeling his laugh mere inches from her face.
"Come," Maxon says, "we need to celebrate this."
Maxon takes her hand and leads her away from his desk and out of the office. He could continue his work another day since it wasn't urgent and he just found out that he's going to have another baby. He has his priorities and his family always comes first.
"I wasn't expecting to be this happy!" Maxon tells her. "And happiness isn't something you can quantify!"
"Same here," America replies, getting another snapshot of his face. "I can't believe we get to relive the pregnancy days all over again. Morning sickness and fatigue are a pain in the ass, but cravings are interesting. And then there are the maternity clothes, baby showers - huh, maybe someone will give us condoms at our next one. And maybe we do need a pair."
America nudges him. Maxon grins and then remembers that she just said the word 'baby shower'. Those were such haunting words that gave him flashbacks to Kaden's baby shower. Sure, it was fun...for America who got the gifts while he had to manage his chaotic twins.
"Oh god..." Maxon mutters. "We have to have another one of those?"
He catches America's glare and Maxon quickly sucks in his stomach. If there's one thing he's learned about pregnant wives or just wives in general, it's to never get them angry. Besides, as that old mantra goes 'happy wife, happy life.'
"I mean, yay!" Maxon exclaims. "We get to have another one of those."
"You better have meant that," America says.
"Can't you see me smiling about it?"
Maxon gives her a smile. It was obviously a fake smile, but still, it was a smile. America knows that and just captures a picture of it.
If I were to ever tell my future husband that I was pregnant, I would do it like this.
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Stay Tuned - Maxon falls for this next surprise (no, I didn't intentionally plan two surprise-related chapters in a row)
