Begin Again

Chapter Eighteen

*About Two Months Later*

Ed's POV

Looking at Taylor, now, I really think she might actually be pregnant.

I haven't said anything the last few days, I really don't want to get her hopes up. But I've noticed over the past week how her shirt seems to stretch just a little tighter across her waist, and her jeans seem to be a little more snug around her hips. She's also been holding herself just slightly different from normal. She'll stand up straighter most of the time, more so than normal. And she seems to be tender around her belly, although I don't know if she even realizes. I wish there was a way I could find out for myself if she was pregnant, without actually involving Taylor herself. But of course, that's impossible.

We sat at the kitchen table, having dinner. Taylor had cooked up some amazing fettuccine alfredo, which we were both eating away at. I figured that I might as well mention my theory to her, better now than never.

"Taylor?" I started cautiously.

"Hmm?" She looked up from her bowl of noodles to meet my gaze. Damn, her eyes were so beautiful.

"I...I was thinking recently...to me, it seems like you might be...," I took a breath before containing, "pregnant."

She burst into tears, and I ran over to the other side of the table, pulling her into my chest and cradling her in my arms. "Taylor, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm so, so sorry, love," I apologized, but she shook her head. I was confused.

"I just...I started crying and...I don't even know why, I just...the pregnancy thing wasn't upsetting...I just started crying and now I can't stop," she explained, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I also remembered from the various articles I've read that this tends to happen a lot with pregnant women, they'll just start crying unannounced for no real reason. It's got something to do with hormones or something, I'm not really sure. But this is like the final piece of the puzzle, I think she really, really might be pregnant now.

I picked Taylor up and carried her over to the sofa, sitting down with her in my lap. I started humming to her, pressing kisses into her hair and rubbing her back in an effort to calm my beautiful wife down.

Taylor's POV

I don't know what came over me. One second I was talking with Ed, and the next I was sobbing uncontrollably for no apparent reason. As we sat on the sofa, I clutched onto Ed like my life depended on it, thanking my lucky stars over and over for letting me find someone who might actually think it worth their time to console me as I cry for literally no reason at all.

"Ed?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much," I told him, burying my face further into his chest. "So much."

A few minutes later, I stopped crying. Ed gave me one final squeeze, and I looked up to meet his gaze.

"You feeling better, love?" He asked, stilling running his hand up and down my back and holding me close with the other.

I nodded. "Yes, thank you so much for just sitting her with me and trying to console me even though I was crying for literally no reason whatsoever. I don't know what came over me." He chuckled, which I found a little curious. Why would that make him laugh?

"Do you, umm...think you'd be willing to take a pregnancy test?" He asked, and I kept still for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, I guess so." I guess there's really no harm in taking one, especially if he thinks that I'm with child, but I really don't want to see a negative. I've been spending the last eight months doing nothing but taking test after test after stupid little test, but all they ever do is turn up as negative, and I really wish I didn't have to deal with that.

"If, if you wanted...you could take the test, and then I could look at it, I could read it for you," Ed offered sweetly, and I nodded hard, that actually sounded like a great idea.

We hopped up from our placed on the couch, and I went into the bathroom and took two tests, just to be certain. I handed them both to Ed, and then wandered back into the living room.

"Where you going, beautiful?" He asked behind me, and I turned to face him.

"I-I...I don't want to see your face when you see it, I want it to be a complete surprise, I don't want to know anything, because if I try and read your face I'm sure it'll kill me," I said light-heartedly, and we both laughed a little.

"Alright then. I'll see you in five minutes, love." I nodded, and laid down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. My head was swirling with possibilities. Was I really pregnant? I didn't think so, but then again, my clothes have been fitting just a tiny bit more snug then before. And that whole crying episode I had earlier? Maybe that had to do with my hormones or something...

I shook my head. Stop getting your hopes up, Taylor, you know better than that. I absolutely knew that I couldn't get my hopes up, because it was most definitely going to be a negative like all the times before, and it would just put me in that much worse of a mood if I had actually believed, even for a second, that I was pregnant.

Five minutes seemed a lot more like five eternities. Eventually, I had grabbed my phone from my back pocket and tried to entertain myself by scrolling through pictures of Ed and I. That certainly put me in a better mood then the one I had been in before, what with looking at all the cute faces he made, or all the pictures from our wedding day, it very easily boosted my morale.

"Taylor," Ed said, stepping out of the bathroom. I sat up, and saw his face was grim, which sent my heart plummeting through the floor. "Come here, love." I got up slowly and walked over, trying not to let it show just how upset I was by another negative.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, crushing me into his chest. I let out a rather loud sigh, trying to hold back tears. "I know, love, I know..," he sympathized, rubbing my back. "I"m sorry I have to do this, because I really hate to make your day, possibly your week or maybe even your month, but..." I pulled back, meeting his gaze, confused. Make my day? What? He had a sly grin slipping onto his face as he pulled something out of his back pocket. He held up two pregnancy tests and I immediately grabbed them, not believing my eyes, before letting them fall to the floor as I jumped onto my husband, literally.

"ED!" I shrieked, now bawling. "I really am! I am, I am, I am! Finally! We're gonna be parents!" I was sobbing hard, clutching onto him with all the strength I could muster. He was crying too, holding onto me just as tight.

"I saw it and I had to do a double take, I couldn't hardly believe my eyes. You're pregnant! After all these months and months of waiting, finally! You and I are going to have our own kid!" All I could do was nod, I was crying so hard at this point that I really couldn't manage to put together a sentence.

Ed carried me over to the sofa and sat down with me in his lap, just like we had been a few minutes earlier. We both placed our hands over my belly, and only cried harder.

"In nine months, we're gonna be able to hold our own little son or daughter, Ed, I...I can't believe it! You! Me! Parents!" We both laughed warmly before pulling each other into a kiss.

The rest of the night was spent exactly how Ed had envisioned it would go when I first asked him about having kids. We called up everyone we knew, telling them how after months we were finally going to have a kid of our own, before finally exhausting that and going upstairs to lay down, even though we both knew full well we wouldn't sleep for another few hours. We talked about anything and everything baby related, from baby names to which room the nursery should be in, to how perfect everything finally was, now that I was expecting.

I laid my head on my husband's chest, my arms tight around him. "Ed, this is so perfect, all of it, and it's all so worth everything, from my memory loss to the months and months of waiting for this to actually happen, it was all worth it because this moment, right now, is absolutely perfect. I'm laying with my husband, on a bed in a house we bought together, both of us excited beyond speakable words because we're going to be parents. I love you so much, Ed, more than I could ever possibly tell you."

He hugged me even tighter. "I love you too, Taylor, I love you too."