It's been two months since that first kiss in the garden. Things between them changed and they changed quickly. They now were sleeping in the same room and things have progressed to the point where they already were actively trying to have kids of their own.
The first few times were awkward to say the least, neither of them knowing what to do, not knowing what the other liked or not. But once they found their rhythm, things flowed naturally between them. They fit into each other perfectly.
Jensen never thought he could desire someone as much as he did Malia, wanting to spend every waking moment with her. It wasn't as if he hadn't been attracted to her before, he was, but now was different. Knowing that he could have her just made him want her even more.
Malia was happy. More than she thought she would. Being in his arms every night made her feel protected and safe, and when they would make love, she felt desired and loved in ways she never thought she would.
Things were going well for them when Malia started feeling sick. She felt tired, as if she hadn't slept in days, nauseated and, as she got up from bed, she had to rush to the bathroom to throw up. At first, she thought she had a mild cold, but, as the days came rolling and she kept feeling the same, she began thinking it might be something worse.
Malia decided it was best to see her doctor to make sure everything was alright, so, that afternoon she drove to her doctor's office. After telling her doctor what her symptoms were, her doctor quickly drew some blood and asked her to wait while she ran some tests. Malia waited, her anxiety through the roof, praying that everything would be okay.
When the doctor told her the news, Malia didn't want to believe at first. How could it happen so quickly? She was now four weeks pregnant and she had no idea. By the time she left the doctor's office, she was on cloud nine. But then a nagging doubt popped in her mind. How will Jensen react to the news?
Jensen was on his way home when he got a text message from Malia. She asked him to meet her in the garden when he got home because she had something to tell him. He knew she hadn't been feeling well and that she was going to see her doctor that afternoon, but he was hoping for good news. He was sure the doctor was going to tell her that it was just the flu or something like that. But now he wasn't so sure about it.
The car pulled up to the house and Jensen almost didn't give enough time for the driver to stop the car before getting out. Walking briskly across the house and towards the garden, he found Malia sitting in the same stone bench where they had their first kiss. Taking a moment to calm down, not wanting to upset her more if it was bad news, he walked over to her and saw that she was holding a piece of paper.
Malia greeted him with a kiss and told him to sit down. It confused him looking at her and seeing her so calm and collected. Before he could ask her anything, she gave him the paper she was holding and told him to read it. Jensen unfolded the paper and read. Was he reading it right? Four weeks pregnant? It said so right there so it had to be right. He looked up at her and asked her if it was true. When she said it was, he got up and pulled her close to him, a single tear of pure happiness sliding down his cheek, before kissing her and laughing at the thought that they were going to be parents.
Malia was relieved when she saw his reaction. She was worried he would be upset, not wanting kids so early on but the way he reacted showed how wrong she was. He was happy and that made her even happier than she already was.
Sitting back down, Jensen couldn't stop rubbing his hand on her belly, knowing that his child was there. They started talking about all that needed to be done to welcome the baby, about all the appointments that Jensen would make sure not to miss and about when to tell their families. On the last, they decided to wait until Malia's third trimester to tell them just in case something went wrong which they were both hoping it wouldn't.
To say they were happy was an understatement. A new stage of their lives together was starting, and they were excited about it. But sometimes life has a way of pulling the rug from under our feet and leave us to pick up the pieces…
