Someone Like You

Miranda took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom she shared with Ben. "Hey, babe."

He was reading a book, being totally adorable. "Hey," she said moving next to him. She sighed. It was her sign to let him know that she needed to tell him something. Miranda glanced at the picture on the wall on her side of the bed. It was a picture that Eddie had taken of her kissing Ben just before their wedding ceremony. He'd given it to them as a gift and it was one of her favorites.

"Okay," he said finishing his last sentence. He closed the book and put it on the nightstand. "I'm listening."

"I have to tell you something."

"I know. I heard the sigh." She giggled. "Oh, no."

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're pregnant."

"Whaa? Why?"

"Because we can't afford a baby."

She sat up quickly. "We both have great jobs, we can afford a child."

Ben sat up, too. "Not time-wise. Sometimes we work really late. And I would feel so guilty, baby."

"Aww," she said kissing his nose. "Wait… are you saying you don't want kids?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You know I do. Three or four. I'd love a little guy who has your warmth and my level-headedness. A little girl with our eyes and your smile." He touched her chin and watched her smile. "But I also want to be a good dad and these hours won't allow me to do that."

Miranda started to tear up and Ben looked at her oddly. "I think you'd be fine. And you won't be alone."

"But I don't want to leave you alone raising kids."

"As if I would let you." The two of them laughed.

"So… what's the news?"

Miranda sighed again and saw Ben erect himself. "I, uh…" This is harder than I thought it would be. "We're… pregnant."

His mouthed dropped open. "What?! We're having a baby?" He asked picking up her hand. With her free hand, she held up two fingers. "No way!" She nodded, unable to speak. "Forget everything that I just said, babe, please. Oh my God!"

"I know. I've wanted to tell you all week."

"You've known for a week?"

"I needed time to think and I was going to do a whole, big thing, but I'm not good at that stuff."

"You're really not." She pushed his chest. "I can't believe this," he said putting his forehead on hers. "We're having twins."

"Yep. Twins. Two babies, already forming in there." She touched her stomach and Ben put his hand on top of hers.

"How did I not notice it before?"

"Notice what?"

"You're absolutely glowing."

"I'm doing no such thing," she laughed, waving him off.

"But you are. And you look beautiful, babe."

She pulled her lips in trying not to smile. "I'm going to get so fat."

"Don't start." She whined softly. "And don't do that."

"Why?" She said batting her eyelashes.

"It's such a turn on." Miranda put her head on his chest as they chatted about her pregnancy. Ben kept one hand on her stomach, moving it slowly, lulling her into comfort.

"Promise that you won't leave when I get big as a house and you can't stand me because I'll be so hormonal and—"

"Woman! I'm not going anywhere. Ever. Pregnant or not." He climbed on top of her. "Damn, you're hot." She pushed up his shirt and touched his muscular back. "Sex is okay, right?"

"Oh, it's encouraged," she told him as he pulled up her shirt and kissed her stomach.