Flor

Reveal

FLOR
It's been a little while since I've found out. I have yet to tell anyone other than Rosie. I'm waiting to get the baby shoes I ordered to reveal it to Alex that way.

I'm sitting in the car and Alex is driving. Hiding it from him is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

My stomach is queasy. I've been having lots of nausea and I know he's noticed. I'm resting my eyes and I have my hand propped up resting my head on it.

"Flor. You still feeling sick?" He grumbles. His face is slightly concerned. He looks at me like he's trying to figure something out.

We're in Italy. The views are amazing. Everything has such a lovely aesthetic. I know we're about ten minutes away from our hotel. Alex surprised me with this trip.
"Yeah. I'm fine tho baby." I give him a weak smile before I swallow and squeeze my eyes.

I can feel his gaze still on me before he continues looking forward and he reaches out his hand and grips my thigh. I grab his hand and wrap my fingers around it.

I wanted it to be a surprise for him. Not just a casual way of telling him.

A few moments later we arrive to the hotel.
Alex takes our bags and we head in and check in and go up to our room.

The hotel is nice. It's big and spacious with creme colored walls and gold accents on the walls and floors. I slide the keycard in to unlock the room and when I walk in I see a hotub elevated up from the rest of the room. It's overseeing the window that looks over the buildings down below.

The bed is big and has fluffy sheets. There's a big bathroom with a nice shower that has two showerheads and a small stone bench made into it.

I would enjoy it more if I didn't feel this child of mine churning my stomach.

"Gimme one second baby." I mutter. I go into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I kneel and sit in front of the toilet. Holy fucking shit this definitely has to be my least favorite part of this so far.

I've always been a silent puker. I hope Alex can't hear because then I'd have to either tell him I'm sick enough to be throwing up or that his child is inside my tummy.

I feel the contents of what I ate this morning come up. Immediately feeling relief after. Okay now I feel fine. I flush the toilet and rinse my mouth out. Being glad that my bag was right outside the bathroom, I grab and take out my toothbrush.

I walk out and already feeling one hundred percent better and hungry I see Alex sitting on the bed.

His tall built figure looks at me. He's so handsome I could cry. His eyes twist into curiosity and concern.

"Are you feeling better?" His husky voice is soft but still always sounds like he's grumbling.

I nod my head and smile at him. This time really meaning it. "I'm really hungry though." I say softly.

Alex looks me up and down. His eyes burn into me.
"Flor." he grumbles. Fuck. He knows. I don't know how he knows but he does. His gaze stings into me.

"Did you just throw up?" he questions.

I pause. I look down at the ground. I move my gaze up and hesitate before I slowly nod. "Something just upset my stomach." I say slowly. I feel my cheeks burn. I cannot lie.

His face turns slightly pink. He looks slightly surprised. Almost shy. He pauses and swallows.

"Flor." he repeats. He draws it out this time. I hear a slight quiver to the way he says it.
I know what he's insinuating. His demeanor is nervous. He looks unlike his usual confident unshaken self. He's just waiting for me to confirm it.

I look down at the ground and fiddle with my fingers. I shrug my shoulders up slightly and don't make eye contact with him. I feel my cheeks get hot. I can't contain it. "I wanted to tell you in a special way." I mumble. My voice is soft and quiet. I still haven't looked up at him.

"Baby.." he coaxes me to look up at him. His voice is breathless and I finally look up meeting his eyes. His cheeks are pink. His mouth is slightly open in shock and his eyes and whole body have softened. He's completely still.

"Surprise." I mumble.

"Flor Oh my god." his gruff voice sounds out. His whole entire built body envelops my 5'0 self. He grips onto me and I feel his breathing is shaky. I start laughing and I grip onto him.

The emotion overwhelming me. My laughs turn into sobs and my eyes sting with tears. "I'm having your kid." I mumble through my tears. He pulls away from me still gripping my arms.

His eyes are rimmed with tears. Actual tears.
It takes my breath away to see his emotion. So raw. I take a deep breath. His eyes consume me. His gaze is so intense and I feel every emotion between us without having to say words.