Page 40 of Dream Cum True
Caira rushed back to the chair closest to the television, quickly returning her attention to the show.
Still speaking in a low voice, Karla continued. “Ma, this is . . . my boyfriend, Elias. Baby, this is my mother, Valerie.”
“Karlos mentioned seeing you out somewhere with a man, but I was waiting to hear it from you,” she whispered.
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I wish it could’ve been under better circumstances.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well. Once I find out what’s wrong with my daughter, I’ll have a few questions.”
“Understood.”
“Karla, what happened?”
“I had my IUD replaced a few months ago, and somehow it shifted and caused some cramping and bleeding.”
“Oh my. Is everything okay now?”
“Yeah. They took care of that, but umm . . . I’m pregnant.”
“Preg—”
“Ma!”
“I’m sorry, but I wasn’t expecting to hear that. Are they sure?”
“They’re positive, and don’t tell Daddy or Karlos yet. Especially Karlos, because he’ll go right to Cairo and I really don’t need their negativity.”
“They won’t hear it from me,” her mother assured her.
“Elias and I need to talk. Would you mind taking the girls home with you? I’ll pick them up as soon as I’m released in a few hours.”
“How about they stay with us for the night while you get some rest? Bring this handsome young man when you pick them up tomorrow evening, and he can meet your father. I’ll have dinner ready, and we’ll talk more about the news you shared.”
“Thanks, Ma. I’ll call you when I get home and settled.”
“Come on, Caira. You and Chloe are hanging with me and your grandpa for a few days.”
“Yay!” she cheered.
“I can carry Chloe to your car if you want,” I offered.
She shook her head. “She’s still a lightweight. I can handle her.”
“You sure? I don’t mind.”
“I’m positive. It was nice meeting you, and be ready for those questions tomorrow,” she said as I put Chloe in her arms.
Caira hugged and kissed Karla while I held the door open for them to leave. I watched them until they walked through the same double doors we’d entered less than thirty minutes ago. I returned to the chair next to the bed, took Karla’s hands in mine, and looked into her eyes.
“We haven’t talked about kids,” I said.
“I know.”
“Please tell me you’re not thinking of getting rid of our baby.”
“It hasn’t crossed my mind. Even if you wanted to end things with me today and have nothing to do with this baby, I had no plans of having an abortion.”
I sighed with relief, lifting her hands to my lips and kissing the back of them.
