*Two weeks later*
Gabriella
The sun's rays flowed in through the billowing curtains of the open sliding door, stirring me awake. Sitting up in bed, I stretched and smiled. This marked the final day of our Bali honeymoon. With grace, I rose from the bed and strolled over to the sliding door, where the cool sandy breeze wafted in.
Our honeymoon villa was close to the beach, and from our bedroom, I had the perfect view of the sea. My silky nightgown clung to me as the wind wrapped around me. I held myself, taking in one more look at the sea before turning back to the room.
Anthony still slept, his arm resting above his head, a wisp of hair falling over his eyes. I returned to bed and nestled by his side. He stirred, wrapping his arm around my waist possessively.
Over the past two weeks here, every moment had been a delight. It was mostly a routine: waking up in each other's arms, breakfast by the beach, sex, swimming in the ocean, more sex, a quick lunch, sunset strolls, and again, sex. The nights were adorned with candlelit dinners and midnight moments.
Sex was a central theme with Anthony, especially now, during our honeymoon.
His eyes fluttered open, a smile greeting me before a kiss found my head.
"Morning, sleepyhead," I whispered into his ear. His face furrowed briefly then relaxed into a lazy smile.
"Our last day. Any plans?" he inquired, shaking his head as he turned, now above me.
"Let's just stay here and take our clothes off," he replied with a mischievous grin.
"Is that all on your mind right now?"
"Absolutely! Especially when I'm with you." He nuzzled into my neck, planting kisses.
Suddenly, an odd sensation surged through me, my heart racing. It was a nauseating feeling. The air grew thin, and a taste of bile tainted my mouth.
Hand over my mouth, I pushed Anthony away, rushing to the bathroom. He followed, gathering my hair and rubbing my back as I vomited.
"Gabby, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Anthony's concern filled the air, but I had no time to reply, as I continued retching.
After the ordeal, he helped me back to bed, tucking me in gently and sitting by my side, his hand on my hair.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I nodded.
"I'm fine."
"You don't seem fine. What's going on? Was it something you ate?" he probed.
At that moment, I realized something: I was late. My period hadn't arrived this month, well past its due date. Another realization hit me: Anthony and I had been having sex without protection this whole time.
If my suspicions were correct, this was a big deal. I sat up, startling Anthony.
"What's the matter? Wanna throw up again?" he asked worriedly.
"Could you go to the nearest pharmacy and get me a pregnancy test?" His eyes widened.
"A pregnancy test? Wait, are you..." His gaze moved to my stomach and back to my eyes.
"I think so," I replied, a smile creeping in.
His grin spread as he enveloped me in his arms.
"I'll be back in ten!" he exclaimed before giving me a quick kiss.
*******
Sitting on the toilet seat, I held the test stick, my legs trembling. After five anxious minutes, I flipped the stick.
Positive ||
I smiled, stood, and opened the bathroom door. Anthony was still pacing the room, lost in thought.
"Hey, honey?" He looked at me.
"Yes? What was the result?" I showed him the stick.
His eyes widened, excitement bursting forth. He shouted and lifted me, twirling me around.
"Fuck yes! We're having a baby!"
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