Against All Odds

Chapter Fourteen

"I'm pregnant, Ollie."

The words from my best friend's mouth have my eyebrows scrunching in confusion, Emmie meowing before jumping from my lap after I accidentally squeeze her too hard.

"What?" I breathe, quickly muting the television before turning my full attention back to Milo. He drops his own bag on the ground before moving onto the recliner to sit down. His eyes are wide when they meet mine, the blue getting lost in the white of his eyes. "I don't understand."

"It isn't for sure yet," he says, biting his lip. "Dr. Cole called me today and said that my test results from a month ago came back, and that she thinks they are showing the early signs of pregnancy. She isn't completely sure, though, and wants me to come back in for another test to make sure."

"But, what about what she had said earlier about being infertile?" The words slip out before I can stop them and I internally cringe.

Instead of flinching, though, Milo just shakes his head, hand coming to rest on his stomach. "I don't know how this happened, Ollie." He rolls his eyes. "Well, besides from the obvious."

"We didn't use protection during your heat."

"No, we didn't. But I didn't see a need to. I honestly didn't think there was any way for me to get pregnant during the heat. I've spent so many with Aaron and stayed baby-free. Even when I was talking to you about the possibility when I was in the hospital, I didn't even think this would happen."

"Neither did I," I mumble.

Milo looks up at me then, brows scrunched in worry. "Are you upset? I-I would understand if you didn't want to do this with me."

His words snap me out of the shock I had been in, and reaching over, I grab Milo's hand. Giving it a few gentle pulls, I wait for him to get up from his chair and slide into my lap, hesitantly resting my hand on his stomach. "There is no way that I wouldn't be a part of this, love. No matter what happens, I'm going to be by your side."

"Really?" he sniffles, laying his head on my shoulder.

Smiling, I press a soft kiss onto his hair. "Really."

*****

Milo is practically vibrating in his seat, only stopping when I rest my hand on his knee. He looks over, giving me an apologetic smile before laying his hand over mine and returning his gaze to the door that leads to the back of the clinic.

This entire week has gone by so slowly. Usually I love Thanksgiving, a holiday that Milo and I have spent together with our families since our second year being friends. Nico and Maya had joined us at Grandama'a house, where we had a pretty large feast for just five people. It had been wonderful, nonetheless, but I have been anxious about this appointment ever since Milo told me that there is a good possibility that he is pregnant.

Pregnant.

The possibility still has me reeling. In all honesty, I have no doubt in my mind that he is in fact pregnant. The past two weeks, he has been completely exhausted. The few times I had visited him at work, he had been passed out on his couch, and Xania had told me that he does that every afternoon now. When Maya had still been in her first trimester, she had often had to rest throughout the day, but still didn't take as many naps as Milo.

My thoughts are cut short by someone calling out Milo's name. Milo jolts beside me, quickly standing up from his chair and pulling me up beside him.

"Hi Milo, my name is Ria and I am going to be your nurse today." The nurse is bubbly, more so than anyone should be this early in the morning. We had made the appointment as soon as possible, and unfortunately, that meant we had to take the 7:00 am slot. At least this means I won't have to miss any more work. "How are you feeling today?"