Page 127 of Brew
“I meant, everything’s right.” She stands, a box falling to the floor as I glance at it.
“What’s that?”
“A pregnancy test,” she whispers, holding the stick in her hands.
My heart races at her words. We’ve been at it like rabbits, and I can’t get enough of her, but this is still a shock.
“I felt funny this past week, I thought I may have been coming down with a cold, but I’m also really tired. Then my boobs have been sore, but I thought it was my period, but then my period didn’t come.”
“What are you sayin’?”
I wait for it.
“I’m- we’re, I think we’re pregnant.”
My world spins. “What?”
She waves the stick at me. “I mean, I took the test twice, and I’ll need to see my GP, but I’m pretty certain these are the symptoms, and I’m a week late. I’m like clockwork, Brew.”
I stare at her, so many emotions running through me. “You’re kiddin’?”
She shakes her head. “I’m pretty certain. It’s been a while since I was pregnant with Olive, but it isn’t like you ever forget.”
I drop to my knees, staring at her stomach. I press my hands to her flat belly. “You sure there’s somethin’ in there?”
She laughs. “Yep.”
I kiss her stomach, looking up at her. “We’re gonna have a baby?”
“Yes, Brew. You’re gonna be a dad.”
I can’t breathe. It’s like the world just stopped after spinning me around. I cup her face, leaning up to kiss her. “We did good.”
“Yes, we did, and when we get the okay from the doc, we also have to tell Olive.”
I groan. “She’s gonna kill us.”
Erica chuckles. “She’ll be a wonderful big sister.”
“Can you still… do stuff?”
Her eyes grow wide. “You’re serious?”
“I want you. Nothin’ sweeter than knowin’ my kid is growin’ inside you.”
“It’s still safe to have sex when you’re pregnant. As we go along, you might have to be a little less, um, vigorous.”
I push her back onto the bed, mounting her body. “Vigorous, huh?”
She laughs as I kiss her neck. “Yes, you’re not exactly soft.”
“Sometimes I am.”
“Are you happy?”
“Of course, you’ve given me everythin’ I ever wanted.” I take a breath, unsure if I should admit the next thing I’m about to say, but I go for it anyway. “I worry I won’t be a good father.”
She strokes my cheeks with her thumbs. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll be an awesome dad. I know it.”
