NANNY FOR MENDES.

Hundred-forty-six

After a few peaceful, beautiful--Emile-free--days in France, we got back home.

We were welcomed with a surprise party.

We had sex that night, obviously.

Shawn and Bear's birthday came by, my 24th one came by. So did the new year.

And some time passed.

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February of four years later....

Shawn and I have been trying for a baby, for a month now. We felt ready for it, or rather, I felt ready. Because when I asked when he wanted babies, and he said, "whenever you are, baby. It's you who will get pregnant, and not me."

Raul is now 14, and will be 15 next August, and I think it's time he had a sibling.

My baby boy is no longer a little boy, and has a girlfriend now, who he invited over a few times for dinner. Shawn was actually... happy, looking at his son, because he was no longer a child.

So here I am, in our bathroom, waiting for the pregnancy test result.

I've been waiting for five minutes now, feeling nervous as fuck.

Shawn doesn't even know I'm doing this.

Okay, here it goes.

I look at it.

Oh.

My.

God.

It's positive...

I'm actually pregnant...

I gasp, covering my mouth, starting to cry.

Shawn.

I run out of the bathroom, retrieve my phone and call him.

"Hey, babe."

"Do you have much work left?"

"Umm... It depends, why?"

"Can't you come home for at least five minutes?"

"Is everything okay?" Worry starts taking over his voice.

"Everything is great, baby."

"Umm, okay. I could come."

"Come fast, baby."

Thirty minutes later, I hear the door click, as I'm sitting in our living room, holding the test in my hand, more like squeezing it, actually.

"Babe!"

"In the living room!"

As soon as he walks in, I hold my test up for him.

He looks at it, mouth hanging open, jaw dropping to the floor, brows hanging in the air, looking astounded.

"Holy fuck." He whispers, taking the test from my hand.

I stand up.

"You're pregnant. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!!" He holds me up, and turns us around.

We laugh, the he puts me down.

"Holy shit. I'm going to be a father again. You're going to be a mother again. Raul will have a little sibling. Fucking hell. Congrats, baby."

I nod.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. I'm sure you'll be the best mother to ever exist."