Alive | Rafe Cameron

Part 54

After our pizza and ice cream date, Rafe drops me back off at the Chateau. I make my way to my room and change into something more comfortable before joining everyone outside on the porch.

I take a seat next to Pope, "so how did the date do?" I ask him privately, referring to his date with Kiara the other night. She told Sarah and I all about it when we stayed over but I want to check in with him also.

"I went really good, I think. I hope she had a good time." He replies with the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh, she did, trust me. Are you gonna make it official?"

"I would love to, just don't wanna move too fast and scare her off, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. But I don't think she's going anywhere."

"Heads up!" JJ shouts as he tosses a can of beer to me and one to Pope.

"Nahh, I'm good." I tell him, tossing it back to him.

He scrunches his eyebrows at me, "say what?"

"Yeah, I'm actually gonna head in." I get up and walk inside, not feeling much like socializing after the long day I've had.

"She okay?" I hear JJ ask the group as I leave.

I enter my room and close the door behind me. I grab all of the papers and pamphlets from my drawer and start looking over everything again. It's definitely a lot to think about. I figure I better find a way to tell Rafe so I can get his opinion. Or maybe I should tell John B first. Both of these thoughts scare me.

*the next day*

I texted Rafe, asking him to meet, ultimately deciding to break the news to him. As I walk up to our spot on the beach he is already there waiting for me.

"Hi, babe!" He says excitedly when he sees me.

"Hi, my love." I reply, hugging him and reaching up to give him a quick kiss.

"So did you decide?" He asks, referring to moving in with him.

"Oh... umm, no. I actually have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

I feel my nerves setting in and it takes everything in me to muster up the courage to tell him. Concern starts to grow on his face the longer I take. I clear my throat as I reach into my hoodie pocket, grabbing the positive tests and the ultrasound picture. I hold them out to him, "I'm pregnant" I admit quietly.

He takes a moment to process as he looks at everything. "Wait, seriously?"

I shake my head yes. I see a smile creep onto his face. He picks me up and spins me around a few times, causing me to giggle. "That's amazing!" He plants little kisses all over my face when he places me down.

"Really?" I ask, kind of surprised that he seems to be excited. This was definitely not the reaction I was expecting.

"Of course! We are having a baby!"

"Doesn't that scare you?"

"I mean sure but we will figure it out and learn as we go."

His reaction and words of affirmation are enough to calm some of my emotions. Maybe he is right, this could be a really exciting step for us.

"How far along are you?"

"Doctor said between 5 and 6 weeks." I tell him. I know part of the reason he is asking is not just out of curiosity. But there is no way the baby is JJ's, considering we hooked up about 4 weeks ago now. Which means, weirdly, I was already 2 weeks pregnant when we did. I feel a pang of guilt hit me in the stomach. Obviously if I knew that I wouldn't have done it. Regardless, it was a mistake and I just want to move past it.