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Warnings: cursing
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It was finally the day. I was going to tell my husband I was pregnant. A few weeks ago I felt a little sick; I thought it was the flu or something but I kept getting sick so I took a pregnancy test as a precaution. It turned out that I was pregnant. I went to the doctor just to make sure and she confirmed it. I had told all the close people in my life except for one, my husband. Butterflies were bouncing off the walls of my stomach. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I thought it was burst out of me. Tonight was the night to tell him. I made dinner reservations for us at some indie restaurant where you could dine out on the rooftop. I decided it would be better than just fixing dinner for him, because he knew something was up if a cooked for him. I hated cooking; it wasn't that I couldn't cook, I just did not enjoy doing it. "Alison, you awake sweetheart?" my husband said. He was awake. It was morning time, 8 a.m. to be exact... "I've been up for a little bit." He smiled, "Couldn't sleep?" I gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I guess so." "What was running through that pretty mind of yours?" he asked. "Just the usual worries," I lied, "You are coming home tonight at 7, correct?" "Of course! Anything for you," he smiled. "You are too sweet to me." "You deserve it." No. I don't. I'm a filthy liar that is afraid of telling her husband she is pregnant. Why am I so...scared? "Thank you." I felt so sick. It was a mixture of the morning sickness, and the fact that I hated lying and hiding things from Rafael. I was so afraid he wouldn't like that I was pregnant because of his work. He's barely around sometimes. Even if he is at our apartment, his mind is still in the courtroom arguing how he is completely right. "I love you," Rafael began kissing me despite both of our morning breath. I kissed him back, "I'm pregnant." Shit! What the fuck Alison? I guess I was thinking about it so much it just slipped out. I had to decide whether to brush it off and say it was a slip of the tongue, or I should say the truth. Could I keep on lying to him? He immediately stopped missing me, "What?" "I-I am pregnant," I almost whispered. "Alison, are you-?" "I went to the doctor. It's true. You are going to be a father." "Ali..." "Rafael...please...say something." He simply pulled the covers off of him and walked into the bathroom. Not a single word or even glance came my way while he walked into the bathroom. I had no idea he would react this way. I thought he would just be a little pissed or be happy. I never expected total silence. A few minutes after he walked off I went to the door. Twisting the knob I found that the door was locked. I knocked on the door. "Rafael? I need you to come out. We are adults, and we should discuss things like adults." He opened the door, "Three weeks." "Three weeks?" He pushed passed me and sat on the bed, "It took you three weeks to tell me." "You knew?" "Liv called me a week after you told her. We were discussing cases and such when she brought it up. She asked why I did not know. I am going to ask you that now. Why did I not know?" "Your work...I thought you would be upset. I thought you would not want kids because of how busy you are all the time." "So when were you going to tell? Were you ever going to, or was that it in the bedroom. Did you have a plan or were you going to wait until you couldn't?" "I planned on telling you tonight. I made dinner reservations, remember?" "Three weeks...fucking three weeks!" "So how come you did not tell me you knew?" "I originally wanted to, but I also wanted to see how long it would take. Honestly, I thought it would be less than three weeks!" "I'm sorry Rafael. I was just so nervous about telling you. You haven't made it easy you know. You hardly ever have any long talks with me anymore. I did not want to make you even more stressed." "But you are pregnant Alison! That takes priority over any of my cases! I'm glad we are having a baby." "You are?" "Of course I am. I know that I do not seem like much of a family man, and I was not before I met you. I love you Alison. I'm not mad at the fact that you are pregnant. I just wish you would have told me sooner." "I love you too Rafael. I am so sorry." He hugged me with all the passion and love that he could, "Stop apologizing. Just hug me back." I did hug him back. He and I stood there not wanting to let go. We needed to have a long embrace. However, it was not just us feeling each other's love. Our child was involved in this in a way as well. "I want to cancel the dinner reservations," said Rafael. "Why?" "I want to come home and just cuddle up with you and our baby sweetie." "Are you sure? Because you usually are the one suggesting we go out. How do you feel right now?" I giggled and put my hand on his head to check his temperature. "Honestly...good..." he smiled and kissed my forehead.
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