Forever ➳ O'Brien [3]

➳ 90

Just over a month later, Cara O'Brien sat in her living room, impatiently awaiting the return of her husband. Dylan was due home from filming any minute now— and Cara was thankful, not for the first time, that the studio at which he was filming was just a 30 minute drive away, else they'd be having this conversation over the phone. Just like last time, she thought with a smile, moving her hand to rest upon her stomach.

               "Daddy!" She heard Rory exclaim, and watched as her eldest child bolted towards the door, with Ollie hot on her heels, the two of them laughing as Dylan lifted them into his arms like he always did.

               "Hey, kiddos!" Dylan greeted them enthusiastically, carrying them into the living room where Cara waited. Their dogs, Jaffa and Steve, finally moved from where they'd been lounging at Cara's feet to circle Dylan's, almost tripping him up in the process. Dylan put down the kids and made his way over to Cara, sweeping down to press a kiss to her forehead. "And how's my lovely wife this evening?"

               "Your lovely wife is pregnant," Cara said with a loving smile, biting back a laugh as Dylan's expression morphed into one of confusion, then surprise, and then elation. 

               "Pregnant?" He repeated, kneeling on the floor before Cara, his hands moving to her stomach. "Really? But— but we've only been trying for a month."

               "We're just lucky, I suppose," she laughed, placing her hand on his. "We're having another baby."

               "We're having another baby."

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