Page 132 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“Baby, come on, I said I'm sorry,” she uttered. “I'm going to cry.”

“Cry then,” I commanded. I crossed my arms and looked away, fuming while waiting for her to apologize even more.

“Don't be like that,” she stammered as she walked over to me. She hugged me, kissing me on the cheek repeatedly.

I tried to act like I was unfazed by the whole thing, but a smile was creeping over my lips. Eventually I gave up, holding her and placing her on my thigh. I buried my face into her neck while I tickled her sides.

“Stop, I'm going to pee,” she said. She was laughing so I had to stop.

“But seriously, don't ever do that again,” I warned.

“This is like the twentieth time you're saying it,” she remarked. “I said I'm never going to do it again. I was so scared that I'd lose you.”

“And I was scared that I would lose you as well,” I affirmed.

“I was scared that there were things I would never be able to tell you, “She continued, “especially something you really must know.”

“Okay? What is it?”

“Remember those times when you released in me?”

“Yeah?”

“Let's just say we have eight months left,” she said playfully.

“You're joking…”

“No, I'm not. I'm pregnant.”

“You’re lying,” I said as I touched her stomach with shaky hands.

“Feel it for yourself, sweetie,” she urged me. “But there's no visible bump, so you can't really tell.”

“I'm going to be a dad,” I said in disbelief.

“Yes you are.”

“I'm going to be a dad,” I repeated as I hugged her. “I'm really going to be a dad.”

I couldn't believe it. Just that morning, I had told my parents that I was going to start a family and now I had received the news.

“Oh, I'm going to be a father,” I said as the realization hit me full force.

“Why what's wrong with that?”

“What if I end up like my father? I don't know how to be a perfect dad,” I admitted.

“You shouldn't think about it like that,” she warned, holding my face in her hands, and staring into my eyes.

“You will be a better father than your own would ever dream of being,” she assured me.

“I don't know.”

“Well I do know,” she said and kissed me. “You are going to make me one happy mother, and I'm going to make you one happy father.”

“And we'll have one happy family,” I added, suppressing the cringe.

“And that's how it's going to be.”

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