1 word...8 letters. I could not believe what I was staring at in my hands. In my left hand I held a positive pregnancy test that read the word "pregnant" on it.
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All I could think was "how in the world am I going to tell my fiancé and how is he going to react?"
Bobby and I have been together since our freshman year of college at the University of Louisville. We met in our Introduction to Sports Psychology class in 2017. Flash forward to today and we are both 25 years old and living in Los Angeles, California. If you haven't put the pieces together yet between the name Bobby and the University of Louisville my fiancé is Bobby Miller who is a pitcher for the Los Angeles Dodgers. It's so early in his career and we haven't talked about kids yet, I don't know if he wants any just yet also because we just got engaged a couple of months ago.
After a few minutes of just staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hands I decided to take another test just to be on the safe side. I mean I've never heard of someone just taking one test and sticking with that result; there are always a variety of multiple tests taken.
The Dodgers were on a roadie for a few days so this will give me plenty of time to schedule an appointment with my Gynecologist. Once I get a confirmation of these results then I'll come up with something cute that I can do for Bobby.
My alarm on my phone began ringing signaling that it had now been another 5 minutes since I took the other pregnancy tests. Meaning it was now time for me to look and see if these will be positive as well. I stood up and walked over to where the tests were sitting; the 2 other tests that I had taken were both positive as well. After seeing this I decided to go ahead and call my Gynecologist to schedule an appointment.
Time Jump 💗💙
The Dodgers got back from their roadie and are back to playing games at Dodgers Stadium in Los Angeles.
Flash forward to now and it is currently 4 AM and I am leaning over my bathroom sink feeling sick to my stomach. Which my Gynecologist did say would be one of my very first symptoms during pregnancy. As I stand here in my bathroom I close my eyes and just breathe deep breaths. My thoughts were interrupted by a strong pair of arms wrapping around my waist. My stomach pains were relieved as I fell back into my fiancés bare chest. Bobby places a kiss on top of my head and asked "are you okay baby?" I nodded and said "just feel a little sick, I'm fine though." After a few more seconds of us just standing there at the sink Bobby said to me ""wanna go back to bed?"I turned around in his arms to look at him and said "yeah. I'll be alright. Thank you for being here for me." He said "anytime beautiful" before we walked hand in hand back to our bedroom.
The next morning I woke up early and decided that I would make a nice breakfast for Bobby and then surprise him with the news. I'm just praying that he takes it well.
I quietly slipped out of bed without waking Bobby and headed into the kitchen, flipping on the coffee maker as I started pulling ingredients from the fridge. Before long, the space filled with the warm smell of a full breakfast—crispy bacon, fluffy eggs, and golden toast all coming together just for him. I took my time, wanting everything to be perfect, a small way to show how much he means to me. Bobby came walking into the kitchen a few minutes later still shirtless mind you (A/N: what a sight to see Bobby!) and said "good morning gorgeous. What did I do to deserve all this?" I smiled and walked over to kiss him before saying "good morning to you too handsome. Just wanted to make you something special. Now let's eat all this delicious food." When we finally sat down and finished eating, I smiled to myself, knowing the morning wasn't over yet—I had another surprise waiting for him.
I asked Bobby to hold out his hands and to cover his eyes. I handed him a tiny Los Angeles Dodgers baby jersey, folded carefully, and watched his face as he tried to make sense of it. Then I slipped the ultrasound photo into his hands, and in that moment, everything clicked. "Bobby, I'm pregnant," I said softly. A huge smile spread across his face almost instantly. "Wait—seriously? You're pregnant?!" he asked, eyes wide with excitement. I nodded, brushing away a few tears that had slipped down my cheeks. "Hey, why are you crying? This is amazing!" he said, pulling me into a warm hug.
When we pulled back, I hesitated. "It is?" I asked quietly. "Of course it is! We're having a baby together. Aren't you happy?" he replied. "I am, I really am... I just didn't know if you would be," I admitted. His expression softened into confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked. "I don't know... we've never really talked about kids, and it's only your third year in the league. I thought maybe you'd feel like this could mess things up—or worse, that you might leave," I said honestly.Bobby gently took my hands in his."Hey... I love you. You're everything to me. My career isn't going anywhere, and neither am I," he said reassuringly. "I'm beyond happy about this. I get to be a dad—and I wouldn't want anyone else by my side."
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A/N: I know I shouldn't be saying this because the Dodgers play the Braves so tough but...Bobby Miller is such a cutie! I can definitely see why he's your favorite/why you picked him manningreign 😉 . Hope that you enjoy this! 💜
