Page 95 of Where We Met

Her eyes look concerned, but she puts down her spoon.

When she and Sienna come in, she sits on the couch's armrest where Pa is lounging next to Marcus. I thought Savannah would join me, but she's looking worse by the second, so I guess I just need to come out with it.

"Everybody," I start. "Savannah and I have some news to share. There will be another baby to spoil by Christmas. We're pregnant!"

Just as expected, the women are jumping up and down screaming while the men in the family shake my hand. I am lost in the sea of people, trying to find Savannah, who is crowded around the women, and she pushes past everybody and runs to the bathroom.

"Gonna be sick, sorry," she screams along the way.

The women in the room are wearing sympathetic looks, while the men are a little more disgusted. I hate to think that she's alone getting sick.

"I'll be right back. You guys start dinner without us. I'm not sure how much she'll be able to get down anyway," I say, then head for the bathroom.

When I get there, I lightly tap on the door.

"Babe?" she questions.

"It's me."

"Come in."

I open the door to see her on her knees with her head resting on her arm, which is draped over the toilet.

"Did you get sick?"

She nods her head up and down. I grab a hand towel from the shelf, wet it with some cool water, and then join her on the floor. Her eyes look heavy as I start to dab the towel on her forward and around her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wish there was something more I can do."

"It's fine," she whispers. "The doctor said it typically clears up around twelve weeks. Hopefully, it's over by next week."

"You look exhausted, babe. Let's just go home so you can get rest."

She shakes her head. "No, I'll just rest on the couch. We just told your family. I don't want to leave without giving you guys a chance to celebrate."

That's Savannah for you. She's the most selfless person I've ever met. She has gotten better and has found her worth and her voice. But she doesn't think of herself enough.

"I'm serious," she says.

She can also read me like a book, knowing exactly what's going through my mind.

"Fine," I agree. "We can stay. But I want you to let me know the second you feel like going home."

"Ok. I love you."

I smile. "I love you," I tell her, then look down at her belly. "I love both of you."

I try not to get emotional, but it's hard when your wife is carrying your baby. I still look at her and just feel completely in awe.

I help her clean up, and we walk back to the family room. Everybody is gathered around the table, so I bring her to the couch and make sure she's comfortable.

"Go. Please have dinner and enjoy the night with your family," she tells me as she snuggles up in a blanket.

I hesitantly agree and sit next to Marcus and across from Gabe. All eyes are on me as I sit down.

"How is she?" Ma asks. "I feel just awful that she isn't feeling well."

"She's alright. Probably won't be eating anything tonight. She just wants to rest."

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