Disclaimer: I don't own Sex And The City
My eyes dart back and forth from the pregnancy test on the counter to the toilet where I just threw up again for the billionth time today. The timer ticks→ every second feeling like an eternity. Big will be home any minute now. What if I am pregnant? How will he react? Big never wanted children. I didn't have a preference one way or the other. The thing is, even without the test I know that I'm pregnant. I have been throwing up for days. My breasts are tender and I have been so sensitive that I burst into tears at the smallest things. Today, while I was at the pharmacy I decided to get a pregnancy test. I knew what it would say but I needed to know for sure. The timer rang. I took a deep breath and took a look at the test which was positive.
"Carrie?"
"In here," I said as Big opened the bathroom door.
He saw I was staring at the positive pregnancy test.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"I can't get rid of this baby," I said, "I know you never wanted children but she's literally a part of me right now. I love her and I can't just… kill her."
I've already started to think of this baby as a girl. I even picked out a name for her. Her name would be Robyn. It's a unisex name too so it's perfect. Robyn for a girl or Robin for a boy. I still had no doubt this baby would be a girl.
"Carrie," Big said taking my hand, "I love her too. She's the best of both of us."
He paused.
"There's a lot of things we need to figure out," he said, "But we will figure it out together. We're in this together Carrie."
He gave me a sweet kiss.
"Oh my GOD," I said laughing all of a sudden, "I have to tell Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha the news."
"Yes, you do," Big agreed, "Meanwhile sit down."
"Why," I asked.
"Carrie you're pregnant," he pointed out, "We're not taking any risks."
"I'm going to be just fine," I said firmly, "and so is Robyn."
Big looked at me quizzically.
"Who is Robyn," he asked.
"That's the name I picked for the baby. Robyn or Robin but I guarantee, or at least I have a strong feeling it will end up being Robyn, not Robin."
"Huh?"
I laughed.
"Sorry," I said, "Robyn with a Y for a girl and Robin with an I for a boy."
Big nodded and smiled.
"I love that name," he said as he reached for me.
The relief I felt was immense. I smile at Big.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Big kissed me.
"I love you," he said.
He kissed my not-showing belly.
"I love you, Robyn," he added.
I giggled. Everything was working out perfectly. In a little less then nine months, we would be a family of three.
