Page 212 of Rhet

Zeeta turns around and everyone is staring at us.

“So are you?” Jasper’s babysitter asks excitedly her eyes are wide as she taps the deck of uno cards.

Zeeta eyes are pleading with me to stop.

I grab my wife’s hand and I carry her into the house.

Passing the chef’s kitchen, I turn into Zeeta’s new office and close the door.

Zeeta rubs her arms like she trying to comfort herself.

“I am asking you again, Zeeta are you pregnant?”

ZEETA

I wasn’t ready to share the news with anyone. Not even my husband. He stands in front of me. His blue eyes feel like there are piercing my green cotton shirt.

“I am,” I reply, “How did you know?”

“I have the symptoms” he retorts.

His features become even more stoic. He turns away from me and sits.

“That’s a thing?” I pull my fingers trying to get them to warm up.

“Yeah, apparently,” his eyebrow frowns.

“I know, we have Gia, and we didn’t discuss more kids” I watch as he leans on the chair rubbing his lips and chin. Maybe he doesn’t want this child. What am I going to do?

My armpits begin to sweat “Rhet I don’t know what to do.”

He glares up, stretches his hand to me “Come here.”

I take his hand, it’s warm where mine is cold.

He pulls me in between his legs and presses his face into my stomach.

“We got this Zeeta. Baby number 2 is going to be awesome,” he says as he smiles at me.

A sense of relief washes over me, my eyes fill up with water “Thank God I didn’t know how you would have responded. I thought you would freak out,”

“I am, but I’m also really happy. “I love everything about you Zeeta.” He flips his head up.

My vision becomes blurry as I begin to cry. These dang baby hormones are already getting to me.

“You are mine, your smile,” he squeezes my butt, “Your sweet booty. Gia. Now this baby, it’s all mine.”

He stands and pulls me in to his arms “I am so happy that we are pregnant.”

Rhet brushes my hair aside and kiss me on my head.

I break down in full tears and cry into my husband’s shirt “I’m so happy.

Rhet laughs “Are you sure?”

I move back to see him “Yes I am.”

He brushes my eyes with his hands “You know what this means right?”

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