Dedicated to my sister LeViNeFrEaK - thank you for giving me the idea and for being the reason the words come flowing.
**Three weeks later**
Toni
After three weeks in Venezuela, we had decided to return to our normal lives in the states. Deborah was joining us; her and Patrick had been talking via Skype and he was eager to meet her. There had definitely been some sparks between them.
I, however, was moody, irritable and had some sort of stomach bug. I hadn't been to work since the guys arrived; we had been doing all the tourist stuff you could in Venezuela so it's possible, I may have eaten something bad being the more adventurous one when it came to cuisine.
Pete held my hair back as I was throwing up again and soothingly rubbing circles on my back. "Pete, just go away. I don't need you to see this."
He sighed, "Honey, I've got a kid and I've also been through a pregnancy. A little food poisoning does nothing to me."
That word shifted me out of focus. Pregnancy. No, it couldn't be. There was no way.
A little voice in my head said, "Yes, there is."
I did a little bit of mental math and discovered I was about a week late on my period. I scampered up and made an excuse to get dressed and go for a drive. The logical thing to do would be to go get a pregnancy test, so I did. I found one that told you how far along you were when you pee'd on it.
Congratulations. You are two weeks pregnant with Pete Wentz's baby. My head was rushing now, what was I going to say to him? What if he didn't believe me? What if he got mad?
I decided the best way to break it to him and gathered up the pregnancy test and made for my apartment.
Pete
I was worried about Toni. She'd given me some flimsy excuse and flew out of the apartment like a bat out of hell. I passed the two hours she was gone by making her some chicken soup and watching some TV.
She walked in the room, her face pale and gaunt; almost like rice paper. I stood up immediately and walked up to her, "Antonia, what's wrong? You look terrible."
She walked past me and sat on the couch. She set something down on the table and just stared. I went over and sat next to her, the object coming into sight.
Two weeks. She was two weeks pregnant. That meant...
"Toni, we're having a baby?"
"Yes. Are you mad?"
"No. Not at all." I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "I'm actually really, really happy. I love you and having a baby with you is going to be amazing."
She exhaled loudly, almost like she was relieved. She crumbled into arms and we stayed that way for a while. I pulled away and pulled up her top kissing her belly. "Hey little baby, it's daddy! We can't wait to see you."
She laughed and leaned into my arms again. Now we were really going to be a complete and happy family with Bronx and our little baby on the way.
