One Way Ticket

Chapter Twenty Three

Dakotas POV
Its been a long but beautiful day. We arrived back home about an hour ago. Jamie is downstairs cooking us a lovely meal. Pasta bake I think he said. Sometimes I just switch off when he speaks. Ive been upstairs for a while. I can't bring myself to do these tests. Im scared. I know its a beautiful thing to carry a baby and to be a parent but I just don't feel ready. My Mum told me that you dont know what love is until you have a child. Its something I want to experience but right now, its something I know I can wait for.

I grab the tests and head into the bathroom. I sit down and pee. I pull my panties and trousers up and rest the test on the sink. Two minutes. These two minutes are going to be the longest in my life.

"Dakota! Do you want garlic bread?" I hear Jamie shout up.

"Yes please!" I shout back down. I tap my nails on the sink and look down at the test. Nothing still.

"Whats happening up there?" Jamies voice gets closer and he knocks on the bathroom door.

"Well?" His voice is quiet.

"Im still waiting." I walk over and unlock the door. Jamie looks at me and smiles his beautiful cheeky smile. The smile I fell in love with.

"You're shaking" he looks down at my hands and takes them into his. I know Jamie can read me like a book. He has always had that specialty. I think its something to do with us building up a friendship and relationship on trust. He learnt how to read me from my facial expressions and actions rather than words.

"Im terrified. I don't feel ready" I mutter. He pushes me back into the bathroom and I sit on the sink. He sits besides me and tightens his grip around my hand.

"What woman wouldnt be? Especially if its their first. Baby, you'll be a wonderful Mummy. The best Mummy." He pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses each and every knuckle. I jump as the alarm on my phone starts up. Two minutes is up.

I stand and Jamie lets go of my hand. I walk over to the sink and take a deep breath. I grab the test and close my eyes. Breathe Dakota. Breathe. I open my eyes and look down.

"Well?" Jamie says from behind me.

"Pregnant. Two to three weeks" I whisper. I keep my eyes fixed on the test. Im actually pregnant. Im carrying Jamies baby.

I feel his arms slide around my waist and his lips meet my neck.

"You're gonna be a Mummy" Jamie whispers. I look at us through the mirror and smile. Im actually going to be a Mummy.

I spin around and look up at Jamie. I brush my hands across his chest and up around his neck. His smile widens and he leans down. Our lips meet and its a passionate and loving kiss. I pull away and nudge my nose against his.

"You rock my world. You are everything. You, Dulcie, Elva and our little baby" I whisper. I move his hand to my stomach and smile.

"Ditto baby." He kisses me again and pulls away. "I wonder if you'll have a big bump. You're going to look beautiful." He finishes. I laugh and he cocks his head to the side and frowns.

"Ill be fat" I scoff. He shakes his head and straightens up.

"No Dakota, you'll be pregnant." He raises one eyebrow and looks at the other pregnancy test.

"I think its believable" I mutter. Hes taking the mic out of me.

"I told you clear blue are good." He smirks and disappears from the bathroom. What a beautiful and odd human he is.

I turn and look back into the mirror. I rub my hand over my tummy. I have a baby inside of there. Half of me and half of the man I love and desire. I want a baby boy. I can imagine a little boy with brown hair and big blue eyes running around. Calling out my name and Jamies. It always makes me smile when I hear Dulcie call for her Dad. Its the most precious thing.

I make my way downstairs and go and sit in the living room with Jamie. Hes texting.

"Whats wrong?" I rest my legs on his lap and he moves his hand onto my ankle.

"Im just planning to see Millie soon. I have presents from the girls for Mothers Day. Shes being complicated though." He frowns and starts to text again.

"Why is she being complicated?" I sit up and watch him. I move his chin so he is facing me.

"She isnt In London. Shes in Greece. She didnt even tell me she was taking the girls on a holiday." He slams his phone down on his lap and starts to bite his nail.

"Jamie calm down, maybe she needed some time away from England and the press and everything else" I shrug and he shakes his head. Obviously disagreeing with me.

"You don't know her like I do. Shes probably doing this purposely. She knows I wanted to see the kids this week. I asked her to come Budapest with me." He shrugs my hand off of his shoulder. Moody much?

"Right, well lets not ruin the day with a bad mood." I stand and pull my jeans up. He looks up and frowns.

"Dont give me that face. Im not dealing with your bad moods." I grab my phone from the couch and head into the kitchen. 15 minutes left on the timer for The food to be ready.

I still need to tell my Mum the news. Maybe its too early, I remember being told that you start to tell people when you are 12 weeks. Im only 2-3.

"No. You should have told me you were going on holiday!" I hear Jamie shouting from the living room. I follow the noise and stand at the door. Hes stood up near the window, his phone pressed against his ear.

"I have a right to know. They are my children. When im looking after them Ill tell you where I am." He turns and looks back at me. I keep my stare and he does too. Noones backing down.

"Be nice" I mouth. He shakes his head.

"Right. Ill see you soon then. Will you be free for Mothers Day?" He turns and faces away from me. Im not dealing with this.

I walk back into the kitchen and pour myself an orange juice. I head out into the back garden and sit down on the garden swing. I sit back and rest my neck on the little bar. I move my hand onto my tummy and pat it gently.

"My little bump" I whisper to myself.

It feels strange knowing that there is a baby growing inside of me. Our baby. I look up and see Jamie at the patio doors.

"Oh dont speak to me. Sort your mood out and then come back." I look back down at my tummy.

"Im sorry I snapped" he walks over and stands infront of me. Blocking the sun.

"Move you're blocking the sunshine" I dont look at him

"Dakota." His voice is stern

"Dakota." I mimic him

"Right. Be like that then." He steps aside and disappears. I don't bother to follow him with his eyes.

"Oops my hand slipped!" Water drips from my clothes. Oh my god. I stand and my instinct is to throw my orange juice at him. That is exactly what I do.

"Dakota! My shirt!" He screams and he drops the bucket. He grabs my waist and swings me around.

"You still arent forgiven." I mutter. I find his lips with mine and kiss him softly.

"You will eventually."