What Should Have Been From The Beginning

The Best Is Yet To Come...

The song finished and the hosts began to speak, which whenever they did, I always turned the volume back down. My man was driving sensibly with both hands on the bottom of the steering wheel, which was undeniably sexy too. He had removed his suit jacket before we started to drive which left his bare forearms open to my view since his sleeves were rolled up. The wispy bits of his hair were slightly blowing with the inch of wind coming through the ajar window and his lips rested on top of each other in a way that made me just want to grab hold of his face and never stop kissing him. How he made me feel so in love, I would never be able to fully know because whenever I was with him, I could barely stop a smile appearing every time. I looked forward at the road and then back at Derek, who had quickly changed his view for the road to me.

'You look beautiful.'

'That was random.' I chuckled back, allowing the compliment to boost my ego a bit.

'You do. I just wanted you to know.'

I laughed at him again and this time put my hand on his thigh and clenched it slightly.

He made me the happiest and even though this morning had been so traumatic and unfathomable, in that instant, alone with him in the car, I honestly forgot about the court this morning. All I could think about was us and our future, which actually seemed to be all I could think about recently. Not unaware of the pain Derek probably felt this morning too, having to face my attacker and not be able to say anything, I knew exactly what would cheer him up and make his day even more memorable than it already was, but for a different reason.

'Hey, is there a place we can pull over at?' I asked, with a cheeky smirk.

'For?'

'I just wanna do something.' His face looked even more confused now. 'You'll like it, trust me.'

Hesitantly, he replied, 'yeah there should be. We'll stop at the next one.'

Without saying anything back, I returned to look at the view ahead and moved my hand further into Derek's thigh, but not enough to dangerously distract him from driving. Thankfully, the next stop was only about half a mile away because I couldn't resist the urge much longer. He turned into the rest stop and turned off the engine. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and pulled my knee up to my chest, with my foot rested on the seat and my body facing towards Derek. A smiley, yet very confused face presented to me and I asked,

'Are you ready?'

'Again, for?'

'For a baby?'

'You want to make a baby, right here?' He exclaimed in a shocked tone and surprised tone, leaning his back against the window so that his body was mirroring mine.

'Well we don't need to make one.'

There was an addled silence for a second before Derek processed the information.

'You're pregnant?'

'We're pregnant.' It was clear that I was elated and Derek expressed just as much of the same emotion as I did. Tears began to fall down my cheek, happy tears, and my smile couldn't have been any bigger.

'It's obviously so early into it, but I found out this morning.'

Derek reached for my hands and chuckled in excitement and shock, as he did.

'I thought- I thought you wanted to have sex in the car.' He said with a happy and sarcastic manner.

'That's a good idea, but no that's not why. I knew you'd freak out and we've already been in one car accident, I didn't want to be in another.'

'Come round this side.' I climbed out of the car and walked to Derek's side of the car. He embraced me in a huge, warm, loving hug and picked me up off my feet, spinning around with me in his arms. His warm breathe I could feel on my neck and his lips I could sense on the skin of my cheek, made more tears form in my waterline.

'So you're happy?'

He pulled us out of the hug, put my feet back on the floor, held me by my waist and then moved his hands up to cup both my cheeks. When he wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs, he moved in closer to plant an adoring and devoted kiss on my lips and then told me exactly what I wanted to hear.

'Of course I'm happy. You're gonna be a mama and I'm gonna be a dad.'

'Yes. Yes we are.' I giggled through a peck.

Our journey back to the hospital continued and the whole time, I kept watching Derek and a smile never left his face. We didn't mention much about it, mainly because there's not much to say at 1 week pregnant but we did talk about, this time, definitely taking things slow when we needed to and being cautious when appropriate. I knew from the second the test came up positive, I didn't want to tell anyone until we had had the 12 week ultrasound, so I also mentioned that and then everything else was light pregnancy conversation. Derek kept looking at me every once in a while, smiling and calling me mama. He was clearly so excited about it and that made my heart melt. As a couple we had been through hell and back and it finally felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Small wedding preparations were well under way, our jobs were secured, we had a house for now, there was nothing getting in the way of us and this time I had a gut feeling, this pregnancy was gonna finish with a baby in my arms.

We had had sex twice since the miscarriage and didn't expect to get pregnant at all. In fact, the physician had recommended waiting a month or so to try and conceive but apparently the stars aligned and pregnancy was an earlier factor in our lives than we imagined.