Page 33 of Nick & Nora Martinis

“Yes, I've asked for it to be ready at six o'clock, I'll run out and collect it, knock and leave it outside the door.”

“Good, sounds like a plan.”

“So I'll ask again, how are you feeling?”

“Just nervous, I mean I don't know how he will take the news. To be honest I'm not sure how I feel. It's all just a mess, I'm still trying to figure out how it happened.”

Jayne sniggers, adding, “Well at a guess, I'd say you would have to have had….”

“Stop,” I cut her off before she could finish. “You know what I mean,” I snap at her. “I take that pill every damn night.”

“Are you sure you haven't missed any, even after you have had a drink or fallen asleep?”

I look at her wondering, now with doubts in my mind. “I'm not sure now. What am I going to do?” I go to my bedside drawer and open it, retrieving the strip of pills. “Shit, shit, shit, fucking hell,” I berate myself.

“Talk to him. I'm only downstairs, and besides we can do this together if he doesn't want to know,” she says.

Just as I pull her in for a hug… “Hello, hey baby you in here?”

“Yeh, I'm just coming,” I shout out.

“You'd better not be,” he says, laughing. “I'm the only one….” He stops talking as Jayne and I walk out the bedroom. He gives me a wolf whistle.

“See you in a bit,” Jay says as she squeezes my hand.

I feel sick, my heart is beating ten times as fast as normal, I can feel the beat in my ears. I look across to him, he's talking, I can see his mouth moving but I've no idea what he's saying. My nerves are off the scale. I take a deep breath in through my nose, letting it slowly out my mouth while I try to figure out how I'm going to tell him.

I feel his hands on my face as I come back to reality. Looking at the floor, I blurt out “I'm pregnant.”

Silence fills the room for a few seconds, it seems much longer, but he doesn't talk. Putting his fingers under my chin he lifts it looking straight at me and I close my eyes. I can't face him. I don't think I can stand the rejection.

“Abi, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.”

I open them and look at his chest. “I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen,” I say between sobs. I take a quick glance at him through my watery eyes, I can't tell if he is happy or sad.

“It's okay baby.”

He takes my hand, moving me to the sofa. He sits down pulling me on top of him, kissing my head. He moves my face with his hand so I have to look at him, with his thumb he wipes away the tears.

“We need to talk. Have a discussion about…”

He cuts me off. “I'm going to ask you two questions, and I'd like truthful answers,” he tells me.

I nod my head. This time looking right at him, to see if I can gauge a reaction from him.

“Are you happy about the baby, and me?”

“Yes, yes I am. I think I'm still in shock over the pregnancy, and you know how I feel about you,” I told him. “But I understand if you don't. I mean we spoke about it briefly, but nothing definite, more like one day maybe. Are you okay?”

“Oh baby, you have made me the happiest man alive,” he turns and flips me off him.

“You said two.”

“The other can wait,” he chuckles as he devours my mouth.

He pulls away from me, and I catch my breath. “So you're happy then?” I eye him to see if his demeanour changes.

“Oh baby, I'm over the moon.”

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