Love Survives (BWWM)

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Two Months Later

I was eight weeks pregnant.

Aaron didn't know yet because I wasn't ready to tell him. He was thirty-seven years old and had three kids already. I was sure he didn't need another one. I convinced myself that he didn't need or want another one.

I hadn't told anyone. I was afraid it would somehow get back to Aaron. Even the girls didn't know, and I was beginning to feel guilty about that too.

I started working again to take my mind off of things, and I was avoiding Aaron.

But after work, Thursday night, Aaron took me out to dinner at his restaurant. He seemed to be okay when we got there, but once we sat down I could tell he was getting irritated.

I was always somewhere else when I was with him, thinking about how I was going to tell him or how he'd react.

Our waitress came around, he ordered a beer.

"Kyra, I'm trying to be patient with you." Despite his words, his voice was low and very impatient.

And I loved how he was waiting for me to talk to him rather than pushing me to open up.

I stared at the design on his t-shirt like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you want kids?" I lifted my eyes to his face and saw his surprise.

"I have kids."

"With me, Aaron. Do you want kids with me?" I waited anxiously for his response. I really wanted him to say yes. It would make telling him the truth much easier.

He let out a heavy breath. "I haven't really thought about it. But I'm a little too old to be having kids."

My heart sank. He didn't want another kid.

"That's good to know."

His brows furrowed. "Are you having second thoughts about marrying me? Do you think I'm too old?"

I shook my head. He was going to find out eventually, so there was no point delaying the inevitable.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered and watched his eyes go wide.

"Pregnant," he repeated.

"Yeah."

"How far along?"

"Eight weeks."

He grinned slowly and started laughing. "That's amazing."

I let out a nervous laugh. "It is?"

"Yes, Kyra. Did you think I'd be upset?"

I shrugged. "Well, kind of—"

"We're going home."

"Why?"

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the restaurant before I had a chance to think.

He drove ten miles over the speed limit to get home, and when we got there, he didn't even wait to go upstairs. He laid me down on the couch, and we made love. And he made sure I knew just how excited he was about our future.

Afterward, he took me to his bed.

"I love you, Kyra. Forever and always."

I rested my head on his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to marry me anymore."