I can't help but smile at the sweet sight waiting for me in my bedroom. It was a long day. Such a long day but we made it somehow.
Bradley is on his back with the twins curled up beside him. Little Will is on his left and Katie Mae is on his right. There's a small space for me to lay down beside them but instead I sit in my chair. We need to take them to bed. With another on the way, this room is going to be crowded enough. I hope he won't be too angry with me for not telling him immediately... again.
I stand and scoop Katelyn up. Her head lays on my shoulder and she barely makes a sound as I slowly go down the stairs. When I lay her down, her eyes open just the slightest before they close again. She's the easy one. I'll have to give Will a cup or something.
Cup of water in hand, I fetch Will. Bradley is so exhausted that he doesn't even move. I feel bad for him since I'm about to come up here and wake him up.
Will takes the cup but taps my chest softly and I sigh. I make my way down the stairs carefully and sit down in the chair in their room. I let him try to nurse but we've been in the process of weaning since they're one now and I've dried up a bit since I've gotten pregnant.
After 10 minutes, he pulls his head out and pulls the cup to his mouth. I lay him down and leave the room, making my way back up the stairs.
Bradley has turned on his side and pulled the blanket to him. I know he's awake without seeing his eyes open though. I get into bed and scoot close to him, his arms open for me and pull me to his chest.
"They could've slept with us tonight." He says and I smile.
"Another night." I look up and kiss him softly.
"You should've woke me up to carry them downstairs. They're getting heavy now." He whispers and I shake my head.
"Will wanted to nurse anyway. I would've had to come downstairs no matter what."
"He's so my kid." He jokes but I just smile.
"I have to tell you something but you can't be mad at me."
"What did you do?" He asks and I sigh.
"This isn't a me thing. This is an us thing." I smile.
"An us thing?" He asks confused.
"Well, I didn't knock myself up, Bradley." I cover my mouth and Bradley looks shocked.
"You're pregnant?" He asks and I nod.
"Very pregnant. 11 weeks pregnant to be exact." His eyes are wide and I know he's in shock because I was in shock. I'm still kinda in shock.
"How long have you known?" He asks and I swallow.
"I found out at my doctors appointment this morning. I told her that I haven't had my period even though we were weaning and she did a test and it came back very positive. Since we weren't sure on how pregnant I was, we did an ultrasound and turns out almost in the second trimester."
"You got pregnant while you were breastfeeding and on birth control?" He asks and I nod.
"Doesn't happen often but it did this time. That was around the time I was sick and on medicine. I think someone forgot to tell me the medicine could make my birth control ineffective."
"So you're pregnant? No jokes?" He asks and I nod.
"No jokes baby."
"Are you excited?" He asks softly and I half smile.
"As hard as I've tried to tell myself that I shouldn't be excited because it's about to be really hard to have 3 under 3, I am so happy and so excited that I can hardly contain it."
"I can't believe it took so long to get pregnant with the twins and we weren't even trying with this baby." His hands go to my stomach and I smile. I roll onto my back and he rubs the small bump. Now that I know I'm not bloated and waiting on my period, I realize now that I do have a little pooch.
"I didn't think I would ever get pregnant this easily."
"You are so perfect." He whispers and I turn my head to him.
"I'm glad I get to do this with you. I can't imagine anyone else I'd want this crazy life with."
"I'm so lucky I get to spend the rest of my life with you and the perfect babies you make."
"I'm pretty sure it's statements like that that got me pregnant in the first place." I smile.
"I love you so much." Bradley kisses me and I can't hide my happiness. The man of my dreams has given me the life I always wanted. Unconditional love, a beautiful family, and gorgeous home.
"Not nearly as much as I love you." I whisper.
"Don't cry. How can I make it better?" He asks and I shake my head.
"Happy tears baby. Just kiss me."

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