her remedy

20

I've been with Simon for less than a year, I'm at the peak of my career, I'm way too young, I'm only 23, I can barely keep my own life together, and now I'm going to be responsible for a child?

I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming or seeing things. All those pregnancy symptoms are nothing, they're just a coincidence. It's been a little over a month since this baby would have been conceived, wouldn't I have known sooner?

Shaking my head, I throw the stick away. I probably bought an unreliable one anyways. I'll just take a nap, take a different test and then see what happens.

It has to be a faulty test or a dream. I just know it is.

*

Simon's intensely deep and comforting voice wakes me up. I slowly open my eyes, greeted by his perfect face and him sitting on the side of the bed next to me.

He places a hand on my forehead and says, "You don't have a fever, I guess that's good."

My heart sinks when I remember that the answer to my sudden strange symptoms may be far from an illness. But I shake the thought from my head. There is no way I'm pregnant.

"Simon?" I ask him.

"Hmm?" He asks calmly, his hand gently running up and down my back.

"Will you hold me?"

He smiles and pulls me into his body, his arms wrapping around me and his hands stroking me comfortingly. I feel my eyes begin to close. He holds me as I fall asleep, and just as I completely fall asleep, I see something.

I see a baby boy learning how to crawl. He looks identical to me. Simon sits on one end of the carpet, I on the other. I see us beaming, and I see baby toys scattered over the floor. The baby must be ours.

I shoot up in Simon's arms, my heart pounding. I have to take the test.

"Babe, you alright?" Simon asks.

I walk over the bathroom, not filtering my words and blurting out, "I have to take another test."

"What? What test?" He walks over to me and I unwrap a stick from the box.

He takes the box from me and reads it. Then his eyes grow wide and he looks at me, saying, "I didn't even think of that."

"Yeah, well, neither did I."

"When could this have happened? I mean, if it's positive."

"The night after the Grammys, probably." I slightly smile at the memory.

He sets the box back down and says, "Take the test. And then we'll look at the result together."

I nod as he shuts the door behind him. I hurry up and take the test, then set it on the counter and leave the bathroom.

Simon is pacing back and forth in our room. He has a perplexed expression, and I'm not sure how to read that.

"You ok?" I ask him.

He nods. "I'm fine, are you ok?"

I shake my head. "I'm scared."

He stops walking and pulls me into a hug. "Don't be scared. If it's negative, we'll take you to the doctor to see why you're sick. If it's positive, we'll celebrate."

"You wouldn't be mad if I'm pregnant?" I lift my head up to look into his eyes.

"What? Of course not! That would be a dream come true. I always wanted to have a family with you, baby."

I smile, feeling emotional. "That's so sweet." I bury my head in his chest and swallow back my wave of emotions.

He gently plays with my hair for a couple minutes, then I let myself out of his arms and take a deep breath. "Let's go see if we're about to be mummy and daddy or still just Adele and Simon."

"What do you mean just Adele and Simon? I may be a bit biased, but I think Adele and Simon are the cutest."

I laugh and take another deep breath. I've never been more nervous in my life. Meeting Beyoncé in real life was less nerve-wracking than this.

Simon takes my hand and we turn the bathroom light on. I had covered the stick with the box, so I place my hand on it to take it off. "Ready?" I ask.

He nods, squeezing my hand for reassurance.

I lift the box and reveal the test. Our eyes immediately retreat to the unmistakable two pink lines that indicate a positive test.

We both gasp. I suddenly feel terrified and confused. Simon immediately picks me up and starts shouting in excitement. "You're pregnant!"

As soon as I see his overjoyed face, the fear and confusion disappears and is replaced with nothing but excitement. "I'm pregnant!" I shout. I can't believe I'm saying that.

He lets me down, and kisses my face everywhere. I giggle. Then he bends down and kisses my stomach, saying, "I can't wait to meet you."

I grin as he stands back up. We gently kiss and I say, "I can't imagine any other man I would want to have a baby with."

"Same to you, my love. You're going to be the perfect mother."

I still can't believe it. "Am I dreaming?"

Simon doesn't answer for a few seconds, then he says, "If either of us are dreaming, it's me, because a woman like you is someone I once only imagined in my dreams."

Before I even get the chance to say anything, he pulls me closer to him and passionately kisses me.

I pull away after a while and can't help myself from smiling. This is my biggest dream coming true.

"I love you. I love you so, so much." I say to him, hugging him tightly.

He holds me against him and says, "I love you more than you'll ever know."

"Now, what was that deal you made if the test was positive?"

"Something about celebrating?" He sarcastically answers.

"That sounds lovely to me."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" He takes my hand and says, "Let's go."