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Once again, in an effort to get this chapter out, there hasn't been too much editing. I hope you enjoy!
Not mine.
The honeymoon was better than I had expected. Ranger had surprised me with a trip to Jamaica. We spent most days checking out the cities, making love, walking on the beach, making love, just being together, making love and talking.
I wasn't sure if I should be flying, but after checking with Dr. Craigs, she said it was okay.
I couldn't believe how beautiful the island was. It was definitely a trip to remember.
And I could wait to drop the bomb.
Four days later…
"Mmm," Carlos said, tightening his arm around my naked body. "This is the best birthday ever."
"It's only nine in the morning!"
"I know. And we've already made love twice."
I rolled my eyes. What is with men's obsession with sex? I guess I'll never understand.
Today was Carlos's birthday. I could finally let the cat out of the bag. I tried to get up, but Carlos's arm just tightened on me.
"I need to get up to give you your present."
"You just did." He replied, moving his hand to cup me.
"Well there's a part two."
"Yeah, isn't that where I get to lick cake off your…"
"Carlos!" I almost screeched. "Just let me surprise you!" I said, a blush creeping up my neck. He reluctantly let me go and a pranced into the bathroom.
In my toiletry bag, I snuck the pretty pink bag from Victoria's Secret so Carlos wouldn't find the new lingerie I got especially for his birthday. Clipping the tags, I made sure that the bra, thong and garters all fit perfectly before putting the black bow around my stomach, where the real present was.
"Babe," he said huskily when I came out of the bathroom.
"Like?" I said, batting my eyes.
He shook his head. "I love it." His eyes went lower and his brows knitted into confusion.
"What's with the bow?"
"There's something very special there."
"But…" he stopped, looked at me and his eyes went wild. "You're…? We're…?"
I nodded my head vigorously. "We're pregnant!"
He barked out a laugh, grabbed me and raised me up while twirling me. We were both laughing by the time he put me down. He fell to his knees and placed his head on my stomach.
"My child. Growing in there." He said with awe, gently stroking my stomach. He kissed and then placed his forehead on my stomach, whispering soothing words to our child in Spanish.
"I love you so much, Babe." He said, getting off his knees and kissing me senseless. "Wait, how far along are you?"
I thought about it. "About a month? Maybe five weeks."
"And you haven't been sick?"
I shook my head. "It's been an easy pregnancy so far. I've only been nauseous." Then I added "It must be the batsperm." I muttered.
Carlos smiled at me. He then turned his attention to my breasts. He gently turned me around and unclasped my bra.
"What are you doing?" I asked, turning around.
"I live with four sisters. They say that when you get pregnant, your boobs grow."
"Are you high?" I knew he was a breast man, but this was going a little far.
"Babe." He said. I rolled my eyes. "I just wanted to see if it was true."
"If what is true."
"If your boobs grew."
I narrowed my eyes. "How can you tell?"
"Babe, we've been intimate so many times that I could make love to you blindfolded and know the exact feel of your body. I think I would know if your boobs were bigger."
"I haven't needed to get a bigger bra yet."
He shook his head. "They aren't bigger, but they are firmer."
"This is too weird. Even for me."
"You're pregnant with our child. You're body is going to be going through weird changes."
My hackles started to rise. "Excuse me?" I asked, hands on hips. Ah, this must be the hormone surge I've been hearing so much about.
"Your boobs will get bigger, your hips will widen, and your hormones will get out of whack."
"You sound like a pregnancy book."
"I have four sisters, a brother and fourteen nieces and nephews and a daughter. I think I know what I'm talking about."
That was true.
I looked up at him coyly. "You'll still love me even when I think I'm fat, have kankles, and I'm crying at the drop of a hat?"
"I'll love you even more."
I felt my eyes tearing. "Aw, that's sweet."
"And true." He nudged me towards the bed. "Can I show you how excited I am you're pregnant?"
I nodded my head vigorously again.
The rest of the day was spent in bed, only getting out to eat. We talked about everything. Whether we should do all natural, dope me up with an epidural or go for the c-section. Carlos, the baby book, said we should wait until we find out how big the baby will get before we make any decisions. Since Carlos is so large, the child may grow to be like him and won't fit out the normal way.
I never thought that Carlos could act like this. When I first met him, he was a complete badass saying that he had done just about everything. Now, we're married and he spends most of the time when we're not talking or making love just staring at my stomach like it's going to suddenly pop out in a baby bump.
"I'm not going to start showing for another few months." I said, stroking his damp hair. We had just finished round twelve and he was back to staring at my stomach.
"I know." He replied.
"Then why do you keep staring at it?"
"Because it's our child. We created something out of nothing. He or she is a miracle."
"It is pretty amazing."
He gave my stomach a parting kiss and came to lie back down on the pillow next to me. He took my hand, laced our fingers together and placed them back on my stomach. "When I joined the Army, I never thought about children, a wife, any of that. I still didn't want any of that even when Julie came along. I knew I was going to be a horrible father to her, so I signed my rights away. I knew that Ron would be a better father than I could ever hope to be.
"And then this blue eyed, brown haired woman walked into a diner and I was a goner. I don't know how many nights I've thought about you, you as my wife, you carrying my child or children over the past few years. I never knew that I wanted to be a husband or father. But you came along and changed my entire life. You have no idea how much that means to me." I opened my mouth, but he put his fingers over my mouth. "If you had married Morelli, I would've probably never had any of those feelings and definitely never would've met the little miracle in your stomach. I can never repay you for the life you've restored into me."
I didn't know what to say. "The same goes for me. I never wanted to get married again until you asked or have children until I got pregnant with yours. I'm so glad I met you."
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too."
We kissed, passion building…
And then I fell asleep.
Damn pregnancy! I was going to get lucky again!
Oh well, I can always get lucky when I wake up.
