I sit on the toilet, and wait the two minutes the pregnancy test box told me to. After an eternity, the timer finally went off. I look at the stick, I couldn't believe what I'm seeing. I'm pregnant! I move to the floor in front of the toilet, and push my fingers through my hair. My eyes tear up, I'm pregnant. This is crazy. A million thoughts keep flying through my mind.
Steve and I hadn't really been trying to have a baby, we've only been dating for four years, but I'm excited. I'm not sure how he'll feel about it, but I hope he's as ecstatic as me. I really love him, and I want to have a baby with him. I'm not sure what he'll do though, I sincerely hope he will love the baby as much as me. I already love it, it was mine and Steve's. This is insane.
Right on cue, Steve yells, "I'm home!"
I come out the bathroom, acting like nothing just happened, and greet him. "Hey baby." He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him and his oil-stained work shirt, and we press our lips together. When we pull away, I ask, "How was work?"
"It was okay, kind of stressful." Maybe I should wait to tell him I'm pregnant until he's in a better mood, I thought while he sighs loudly. "How was yours?"
"I mean, nothing very eventful. Well, not until after I got home." I hint.
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you later." I tell him, walking away from his loving arms. "I gotta go pick up our pizza."
I grabbed my keys and left the house. Driving down the driveway and out our street, I get to thinking. What if Steve doesn't want the baby? I would think he would, if he loves me as much as I adore him. But, what if he says we're not ready? I'm not giving it away, I couldn't do it.
When I got home, we grabbed our pizza and sat down at the dining table. I kept looking at him, trying to predict what his reaction would be. He finally notices and says, "What Y/N?"
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing. What's up?"
"Okay, I'm just going to come right out and say it." He stares at me. I always loved the way the looked at me, he always gave me attention. It makes me feel good. "I'm pregnant."
He stops chewing, and is silent for a few minutes. "What?"
"I'm pregnant. I found out earlier today."
I look at him, he's face has no reaction. Oh no, the worst that could happen is happening. He suddenly stands up, and I get up with him. He engulfs me in a huge hug. "You're pregnant?"
"Yeah baby. I'm pregnant." I laugh, he kisses me. We pull away for a few seconds, I realize his eyes are slightly filled with water.
"I love you Y/N."
"I love you too."
He hugs me again, for a shorter time than before. He laughs again and yells, "We're having a baby!"
