in the room where you sleep

twenty-six

3 weeks later

I was panicked. I was nervous and scared. What better time to be feeling all these emotions than while working. I returned to work and had locked myself in my office as I got in and sat at my desk with my head down, nearly hyperventilating. I tried my best to calm down, taking deep breaths. I sat up, looking at my phone just debating.

fuck it.

I finally just picked up the phone and called Johnny, trying to keep my emotions under control, but it was difficult.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you?" My throat clutched on me, my eyes began to water and tears poured down my cheeks.

"Baby? Are you there? What's wrong?" I finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Wh-when are you coming home?"

"Next week, honey. Why? What's going on?" I couldn't tell him. I took a deep breath and just pushed it out of my mind.

"Nothing I- I just miss you... I'm sorry. I just needed to hear your voice..."

"Oh, babygirl... I miss you so much. I can't wait to see you. Are you sure nothing's wrong though?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm just fine... Just a tough day. Needed to talk to you for a little bit before I got back to work. I'll call you when I get home though. I love you bunches."

"Okay, doll. I love you more." I set the phone back down on the receiver and just dropped my head into my hands. I should've just told him. I don't know why I couldn't do it. I'll just wait till he gets home. It'll be best.

It was finally time to go home. I left the office and got in the car. After a few minutes, our driver left and I went inside, making my way to the bedroom to lay down. I curled up in bed and just stared at the nightstand that held the thing that's had my emotions in a complete mess. It's weird how something so small could have a continuous emotional toll on me these past few years. I was in deep thought until I heard a noise downstairs. I slowly stood up, making my way down the stairs.

"oh my god, John" I ran over and jumped into his arms, holding tight as tears streamed down my face. The scent of his cologne and cigarettes mixed together. I've missed it so much. I picked my head back up and kissed him deeply, taking in the way he tastes.

"What are you doing home? I thought you had another w-"

"I was worried about you. I felt something was wrong and I couldn't brush it off. I had to come home." I sighed and released from his arms, putting my hands on his waist.

"I need to show you something." I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed what I wanted to show him, holding it behind my back.

"So, I went to the doctors this morning since I hadn't been feeling good at all. I knew what it was. I didn't want to get my hopes up, so I was scared to tell you, but it's been three weeks..." I handed him the items.

"Oh my god... So this means you're fin-"

"Pregnant." Tears welled up in our eyes and he picked me up, spinning me around. I wrapped my legs around him and leaned down to kiss him passionately.

"Dr. Latham said this time the pregnancy is going to be successful and that I'm in the clear and everything looked good. We're finally going to have a baby..." He smiled and cried, kissing me more.

"God, I'm so happy. I love you so much." I hugged him tight as we stood there, enjoying the moment with each other and just crying out of pure joy and bliss. It was finally happening for us.