Never Letting Go

Small Surprises

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It’s been three months since Kyle and I got married and now I’m laying here in Kyle’s arms in pure bliss. Tess and Matthew got a small cottage built at the back of the house, so we didn’t have to move far away just to get a decent rental property.

I snuggle deeper into Kyle’s embrace, my happiness begins to burn in the bottom of my stomach. “Oh crap.” That isn’t happiness burning there.

I bolt to the bathroom and hold my head over the toilet, throwing up everything I ate last night.

“Darci? Are you ok?” Kyle appears in the door way then quickly coming to my side. He holds his hand against my forehead. I push his hand away and stand up.

“Kyle, I’m fine.” I walk into the bedroom and get changed. I come out in a pair of jeans and a loose white top; I grab my toothbrush trying to brush the acid taste out of my mouth. Kyle sits on the bed and watches me the whole time; I guess he’s waiting for me to throw up again.

I make my way over to see Tess, I hold my stomach and I attempt to think of everything that could mean it wasn’t what I know it is. ‘Food poisoning, that’s it’ I convince myself.

“Hey Tess, I think I have food poisoning.” Tess raises her eyebrow.

“Darci, you and Kyle had toast for dinner last night. You can’t get food poisoning from that.” I lay my head down on the kitchen bench, her words confirming my first diagnosis.

“Can you take me to the supermarket? I need to get something.”

Tess grabs her keys and we walk out to the car. We drive in silence most of the way until Tess decides to ask more questions.

“What are you getting exactly?”

“It’s nothing, just picking up some medicine.” She shakes her head.

“Darci, I’m effectively your second mother. I know your giving me half-truths; you do that when you can’t think of a good lie. Now what do you think is wrong?”

I lean back in the seat and run my fingers through my loose hair. “It’s not what is wrong; it’s what might be right. I threw up this morning; you and I both know that I never puke. Tess, I think I’m pregnant.” I look out the window, trying to distract myself.

“Why do you sound terrified?” she asks, excitement slipping into her voice.

“I never thought I would be that girl who got pregnant at seventeen.” I whisper.

“I bet you never thought you would be married either. I didn’t think I would be married at seventeen either, I was sure I wasn’t going to have a child till I was twenty four but I was eighteen when I had Blake. Life doesn’t quite work out the way you expect sometimes, God has bigger plans than you can see right now.” Tess’s motherly support was just what I needed.

“But I don’t know how to be pregnant.” I whine.

Tess laughs slightly and pats my knee. “Let’s make sure you are first.”

After twelve positive pregnancy tests later, I give in and admit to myself I’m pregnant. “Tess, it’s another positive one!” I call out, “Can you get Kyle please.”

I sit on the bathroom floor, trying to figure out what to say to Kyle.

Before I know it I can hear the soft knocking on the door. “It’s open.” I say calmly. He walk in quietly, a bit confused to why there is white sticks and little instruction papers all over the floor and sink. He comes and sits down by me.