“Apparently, he has gained some wisdom in the wake of all his bullshit. He didn’t say a lot, just that it’s better to do it. You know, rip off the Band-Aid. Trust Abuelita.”
Nick’s hand slides over to my thigh. “Okay, then. As soon as we get back, we’ll tell her. For the record, I’ve pretty much been saying the same thing since we found out.”
“Sometimes you need a third party’s opinion.”
He doesn’t answer, he just squeezes my thigh again and we ride in silence the rest of the way.
By the time we get to the apartment, my stomach is flipping around more than usual.
It’ll be over soon,I tell myself as we make our way up the stairs.
Nick will be right next to me, I remind myself as I look down at our joined hands.
I need to trust Abuelita, I repeat as we walk inside.
“Ah, mijita! Nicholas. How was your day? Braden doing better?”
Rip off the Band-Aid.
“Abuelita, I’m pregnant.”