Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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Rey waited patiently as the minutes on her phone slowly changed from 11:16 to 11:20 that morning. With another minute remaining those final seconds felt like hours even though she already anticipated the result.
The other dozen tests she'd taken earlier had all shown the same pink, vertical lines, half displaying a single word across their digital screens. Also, there was the period she'd missed last month, not to mention her breasts were almost tender to the touch and the dreaded nausea flare-ups. Despite having the answers at her fingertips, Rey had to be certain - again.
Chewing her bottom lip, she twirled the platinum wedding band on her finger, alternating her thumb and pinky as she counted down the final seconds to zero. Three...two...one...
Drawing in a deep breath she studied the small, narrow stick lying at the corner of the bathroom sink, and its answer was precisely what she had expected to see.
Pregnant.
She shouldn't have been surprised, yet Rey was thoroughly incapable of repressing the initial shock.
She and Ben had discussed having her IUD removed a year ago - three years after they married. During those years she became a successful artist and sold paintings to an impressive array of celebrities at numerous Los Angeles art galleries: Johnny Depp, Madonna, and Viggo Mortensen just to name a few.
And she owed every copper of her happiness to her husband, Ben Solo.
No longer employed by Sports Illustrated , Ben was now a proud owner of his own photography studio near the beach in Malibu, where he exchanged bickering swimsuit models for families and the occasional rendezvous with the great outdoors.
Life, or so it had appeared, was perfect being simply the two of them. It was her vision of relishing the American dream with the man she had come to cherish more and more every day inside their beachfront home, and with who they acknowledged as their fur kid Boba.
Then, an evening's worth of pillow talk led to her spiking a severe case of baby fever. Now, several months of trying and an equal number of negative tests later, she was gazing at the beginning of a new chapter in their life.
Except, the worst of it was that she hadn't mentioned it to Ben, and she was approaching week twelve of the first trimester. And, oh boy, she had heard about it, too, from Rose, the only person besides Leia who knew of her condition.
'Rey, he's going to find out about it eventually ' is what Rose had persistently stated during one of their few weekly FaceTime sessions. ' At some point, you're gonna start showing.'
Of course, Rose had been proven correct much sooner than she'd expected.
She'd just recently noticed the little pouch forming at her lower midriff. She knew it was only a matter of time till she could no longer use the 'I blame it on midnight cravings' as her excuse for packing the extra pounds. Thankfully, Ben had always been conscious of her food obsession, so it was likely that he never considered the notion of Rey eating for two.
