Page 90 of Making Me Sane (Sanity 2)

“Exactly,” I say. “I want one that’s ours. Besides, with a baby on the way, we need more guest rooms.”

“Or we can buy a couch with a fold-out bed. We have our trip, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas, all while I’m pregnant.”

“Wouldn’t you rather move into a bigger house now rather than later? What if we have more than one kid? Or what if you’re carrying twins? A two-bedroom house is too small.”

“Can we talk about it later? You proposed, we got married, and we found out there’s a human inside of me. That’s enough for one day.”

I laugh. “Or two.”

She rolls her eyes. “You just better hope a ten-pound baby doesn’t have to come out of me. Like, I can barely imagine giving birth at this point. That’s just pushing it right now.”

I park in the driveway and run around to open her door. “Want me to carry you inside?”

“Why are you asking? Of course I do,” she answers as she steps out.

I hook an arm under her knees and lift her in my arms. She uses her free hands to unlock the door and push it open.

“Hey, Lily,” she laughs as the dog tries to jump and greet us.

“We’ll pet you later,” I say to Lily. “Right now, I believe it’s time for me to take my wife straight to the bedroom.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

I gently set her on the bed. Brittany is already taking her clothes off, so I follow her lead. Once our shirts are off, she grabs my hips and tilts her head back to look at me.

“Are you happy?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. I was a little worried to tell you about the baby.”

“Why?”

“Because you said maybe, Trace. Maybe is not yes.”

“I want anything and everything when it comes to you,” I tell her.

“That’s what I was hoping for.” She smiles.

I push her shoulders so she lies flat on her back. I lean over her and kiss her stomach. That goofy my-boyfriend-just-did-something-great grin is on her face. Which, I guess now it’s the goofy my-husband-just-did-something-great grin. A grin appears on my own face as I kiss up her torso while I unfasten the button on her shorts. A happy sigh leaves her as her fingers dive into my hair. This is my girl. My wife.

How can life get any better than this?

“I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can,” Trace replies in that strong, sure voice of his.

I shake my head vehemently. “I don’t think I can. This is all your fault!” He just had to joke about me having twins, and with my first ultrasound, we found out that I was. Now, I’m supposed to have not one, but two babies come out of me. My panic is at an all-time high. I’m not prepared for this. I can’t do it.

“Brittany,” the doctor says in a rather loud voice. “I need you to push.”

“Come on, Britt,” Trace encourages me.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. An agonizing few minutes later, we hear a baby crying and, “Congrats, it’s a girl.”

“One more time,” Trace tells me while trying to get a sneak peek at our baby girl.

I take a deep breath and push when the doctor tells me to. I’m so tired, I just want to pass out and sleep for a few days. But then, there’s two crying babies.

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