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Once I was done, I placed them on the counter.
And then washed my hands, and we waited.
The instructions said to wait three minutes.
But... as soon as it processed under the three-minute mark, two dark plus signs, two dark lines, pregnant, stared back at us.
Dominik looked at the instructions, then looked at me, then back down at the tests, then I was up in his arms, and he was kissing me deeply.
I had also learned that bathroom sex was the best.
Another thing I learned about Dominik.
He was a helicopter parent.
The days leading up to my doctor’s appointment were like this.
“Let me pick you up and put you into the SUV.”
“Don’t you dare lift that bag of ice.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to slow down?”
“Don’t make that, you’ll be on your feet for too long.”
And my favorite... when I took a shower, “Be careful of the water temperature.”
Also, every morning, and every night, he placed kisses on my belly, talking to him or her.
Random things.
Important things.
And when I said, “Fuck,” after I rammed my toe into the leg of the couch... the legs were removed not even thirty minutes later.
***
“When do you want to get married?” he asked.
I looked over at him, and thought about it, then I went to my calendar and scrolled back almost fourteen years.
I remembered that date.
That date that my little heart had been claimed, and I didn’t know it.
“August 15th,” I told him.
He lifted a brow, “That’s fucking specific.”
I smiled, “It’s the date almost twenty years ago that you smiled at me for the first time. Didn’t know it. But you claimed my heart that day.”
He froze.
I had to watch his chest to make sure he was still breathing.
And then... he moved.
I was up and in his arms, my body crushed to his, his lips on mine.
