Dreams to vows

Chapter 25: A New Addition

"The only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible." — Charles Kingsleigh

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POV: Priscilla 💕 💕

The soft morning light filtered through the blinds, creating a peaceful contrast to the growing unease in my body. The familiar warmth of the sun should have been comforting, but today, all I could feel was a wave of nausea creeping up from deep inside. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I sat up in bed, but the queasiness was relentless.

“Not again,” I whispered to myself, clutching the edge of the dresser for support as another wave of nausea hit me. My stomach twisted, and I barely made it to the bathroom before I was doubled over the sink, trying to calm the storm brewing within me.

This was no ordinary queasiness. It had been creeping up for the past few days, getting worse with each sunrise. At first, I thought it was just fatigue—maybe the stress of work or the pressure I’d been putting on myself to keep my business growing. But now, as I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that had been lingering at the back of my mind.

I leaned against the bathroom counter, feeling drained, the cool surface grounding me momentarily. My reflection stared back, pale and drawn. My mind began racing, trying to piece together the signs: the nausea, the missed period... everything was adding up to one thing. Something I hadn’t wanted to think about until now.

Could I be pregnant?

I let out a shaky breath and reached into the drawer where I’d stashed the small white box days ago. I had bought the pregnancy test on a whim, telling myself it was just to ease my mind, but now my hands trembled as I pulled it out. My heart was racing, and my breath felt shallow. I was scared. Scared to know the truth, scared of what it could mean, but I had to know.

With the test in hand, I carefully followed the instructions, feeling numb as I went through the motions. The minutes that followed felt like a lifetime. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone as the timer slowly counted down, each second dragging painfully. I thought about John, about our conversations, about how life had been progressing so steadily. Neither of us had been prepared for something like this, not now. We hadn’t even discussed starting a family yet.

My heart raced as the timer went off. I reached for the test, hands shaking as I held it up. Two lines. There was no mistaking it.

I was pregnant.

A wave of panic washed over me, so intense it left me breathless. I sank down onto the bed, staring at the test, my mind spinning. How could this be happening now? How would I tell John? What would this mean for our future?

I picked up my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed John’s number. The phone rang a few times before his warm voice came through the line. “Hey, Priscilla. How’s your morning going?”

“John,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, “I need you to come over. I have something important to tell you.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. His tone shifted, becoming more serious. “I’ll be right there.”

It felt like an eternity waiting for him, though it had only been minutes. When I heard the knock at the door, my heart leapt into my throat. I opened the door to find John standing there, concern written all over his face.

“Priscilla, what’s going on?” he asked, stepping inside and taking my hands in his.

I looked at him, my eyes filling with tears. “John, I... I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he stood still, processing my words. I watched as a flurry of emotions crossed his face—shock, confusion, and then something softer, something I couldn’t quite place.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, pulling out the test and holding it up for him to see. “I’ve taken it twice. I’ve been feeling sick every morning... I thought it was just stress, but...”

John took a deep breath, his eyes locked on the test before meeting mine again. Slowly, he reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace. I could feel his heartbeat against mine, steady and strong, while mine raced uncontrollably. “This is a lot to take in,” he said softly. “But it’s also incredible.”

I clung to him, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. “I don’t know what to do, John. I’m scared. There’s so much we haven’t even figured out about our lives yet, and now this...”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ve handled tough situations before, and this... this is a blessing. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

His words, so calm and reassuring, started to sink in. I took a shaky breath, letting his optimism soothe my nerves, but my mind was still racing. How would this affect everything? My business was still in its early stages, and John’s company was growing faster than ever. Our lives were busy, chaotic even. Could we handle this?

We sat down on the couch, still holding onto each other, as the reality of the situation started to settle. “How do you feel about it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

John leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s unexpected, but... it’s also amazing. I mean, we’re going to be parents, Priscilla. That’s huge. Scary, but huge.”

I smiled weakly, still unsure, but his excitement was beginning to break through my fear. “I’ve always imagined us having a family,” he continued. “Maybe not right now, but... I don’t know, it feels right.”

I let his words sink in, and slowly, a sense of calm began to replace my panic. We spent the rest of the morning talking, discussing how this would change our lives. John was already making plans in his head—he wanted to be there for every doctor’s appointment, every milestone. He promised to be by my side, no matter what.

As the day wore on, we started to think about practical things—how we would adjust our routines, how we’d prepare our home for a baby. The thought of it all still overwhelmed me, but with John beside me, it felt a little more manageable.

We talked about how this would impact our careers. My business had been gaining momentum, and I had clients relying on me. I couldn’t just put everything on hold, but I also knew I’d need to start thinking about balance. And John, with his growing responsibilities at his company, would have to figure out how to make space for this new chapter in our lives.

“We’ll make it work,” John said firmly, taking my hand. “We always do.”

As we sat there, talking about the future, the initial shock began to fade, replaced by a cautious excitement. We were about to embark on a completely new adventure—one that would challenge us in ways we couldn’t yet imagine. But with John’s hand in mine, I knew we would face it together.

Later that evening, after John left to take care of some work, I sat alone in the quiet of our home, still processing everything. I was going to be a mother. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling the tiniest flutter of anticipation.

This was the beginning of something new. Something wonderful.