Page 134 of Mr. Charming

I bought the pregnancy test just to make sure since I enjoy a drink now and then. My nipples have been extra sensitive lately, and I’m late by two weeks. Regardless, I really didn’t think I was pregnant.

But I’m pretty sure those are two pink lines.

I bring the stick up to my face and squint just in case I’m seeing things.

Yep, two lines.

I bring the stick closer to the light because maybe it’s fainter than I think.

Nope, bright pink.

Well, shit. He knocked me up the first time I had sex with him. Go fucking figure. Only us, I swear.

Get ready, Tweetie Sorenson. You’re gonna be a dad.

Sixty-Seven

Tweetie

There’re so many choices, and the lady is growing impatient with me, but it has to be perfect. Especially since she’ll be wearing it for the rest of her life.

All the diamonds sparkle under the overhead lights, and I ask the lady to take out another one. I inspect one closer, bringing it up to my eye, making sure there aren’t any flaws.

Yep, it’s perfect.

I bring it to the light to make sure it sparkles enough.

Yep, super bright.

It’s the one. This ring was made for her, so I tell the lady to wrap it up.

Get ready, Tedi Douglas. You’re gonna be a wife.

Sixty-Eight

Tedi

I had to get out of Tweetie’s condo, so I went to the coffee shop that everyone loves, got a tea, and people-watched for a few hours. Tweetie texted to tell me he was delayed after practice, so he wouldn’t be home for a while anyway.

I have no worries over whether Tweetie will be happy about this baby, but I wanted to be by myself to come to grips with it and what it all means.

What will our life be like with a baby? We don’t even know where we’re going to live at this point. And being pregnant and then a new mother is going to make it more difficult to get a new venture off the ground.

My hand falls to my stomach, and I rub my still-flat belly. I admire the families walking by the window, some looking a little frazzled or tired.

The longer I sit here, the more I feel ready to conquer this next step of my life. Especially with Tweetie. Sure, we haven’t had a lot of time on our own since we’ve gotten back together, but we have years behind us where we traveled and had time alone.

My phone dings on the table, and I pick it up, seeing a text from Tweetie.

Where are you? I’m home, and you’re not. :(

I laugh and type out a quick response.

Right around the corner. Do you want a coffee?

Just you.

My insides flutter.

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