Page 134 of Bae

“I’m pregnant,” Rimmel echoed. “Romeo?” Her hand reached out blind, grappling for mine.

Her fingers gripped mine so tight it almost hurt. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Positive. We ran it twice to be sure,” the doctor replied.

I felt dizzy, shocked… so fucking thrilled.

Rimmel burst into tears. Like full-blown meltdown cry fest.

I picked her up, lifting her so her face was level with mine. Tears were trailing down her face as sobs wracked her chest. “You’re having my baby,” I told her, smiling so wide it hurt my cheeks.

Another sob ripped from her throat, and I pulled her against me. She clung to me and cried. The relief, the joy, the fear… it poured off her so heavily I felt it all. Even my own eyes started to get misty.

“I told you, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “I knew this was going to happen. This time everything is going to be just fine.”

She wiped her nose on my shirt and looked up. “A baby,” she whispered.

“Ourbaby.”

More tears slid over her cheeks, but she smiled before burying her face in my neck once more.

The doctor was very uncomfortable.

I didn’t fucking care.

I’d never see him again.

He had no idea what this meant to Rimmel. To me.

God, we’d barely even started trying. She was convinced it would take months and months just like with Evie.

Bigger things are in control. Some things are just meant to be.

“When did you say your last menstrual period was?” the doctor asked, turning back to his chart, trying to move this along. “If you can get that down to the day, I could tell you with good accuracy how far along you are.”

“I’m three and a half weeks.” Rimmel lifted her head and said immediately. “Almost four.”

I glanced into her damp eyes. “How do you know?”

“It was that first night,” she whispered low. “I just know it.”

Good enough for me. “Almost four weeks it is,” I told the doctor.

He just wrote it down. He probably thought we were crazy.

“You’ll want to see your regular OB when you get home,” he said. “They’ll be able to do an ultrasound in a few more weeks and give you an estimated due date.”

Rimmel gasped and pressed a hand to her stomach. “Is everything okay? Did me passing out hurt the baby?”

Slayed.

Seeing her press a hand to my baby growing inside her just fucking slayed me.

“No, I’m certain your little one is just fine. All the other lab results looked great.”

She didn’t seem so ready to believe him. Doubt clouded her eyes.

“Do an ultrasound,” I demanded. If that would make her feel better, then he was going to do one.

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