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Moderate time jump

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Remember Giselle from the movie Enchanted? That optimistic ass has got nothing on me.

It wasn't like it was completely out of the blue. I mean, we were fucking without any sort of protection but those two little pink lines were still a delightful surprise. I was so excited, it hurt me.

I tapped my foot against the elevator's floor, urging it to go faster. I could see it all now. Me, large as a house and visiting him. Oh, God, and when the baby finally came along?

I squealed like a child, unable to contain it. I was so glad it all worked out. Those 4 years we took time off was necessary; I can see it now. We needed that time to work on and fix on ourselves for each other. It was all worth it.

I sprinted past the gate when the doors open and hurried up to his desk.

"Hi." I gushed, and looking at him make me feel so fucking warm. God, I fucking loved him.

"Hey, sweetheart." He blinked in surprise, but grinned at me nonetheless. As it turned out, being engaged to him unlocked new endearments that were sickeningly sweet like honey, boo, etc. But being his wife was the final level apparently, because sweetheart made me melt everytime. And we were only a month in.

"Have you eaten lunch yet?" I don't know if he could tell from the excitement in my voice that something was up.

"It's 10 am, Lo." He tittered, glancing behind him.

Oh. Right. Wait, it's only been 2 hours since he left?

"Breakfast?" I asked, trying to make conversation and not jumping into the fact that he was about to be a dad. He's wanted it for so long.

"You made me breakfast this morning, hon." He forced a smile, standing up to hold my hand and glanced behind me again. I did too, to see that there was a distraught couple sitting by his desk, holding hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you were with--"

"That's alright. I'll see you at lunch, ok?" He whispered and pulled me aside, his grip firm around my wrist.

"Ok, sure but I have to tell you something." I urged, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"At lunch." He clenched, and tightened his grip on me.

"Ryan, you're hurting me."

"No, I'm not." He shot and smiled at the couple again, still trying to send me off. Why?

"You are!" I insisted in a whisper, still trying to release my hand from his grip.

"Lorina, behave." He warned, and I momentarily stilled. Full name. I was in trouble.

"Sorry about that, Mr. and Mrs. Hannon." He smiled sheepishly and finally let go. It was going to bruise.

"Your wife?" The woman asked, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. Her voice sounded sore. She gave me a doleful look, like she was . . . jealous. It made me very upset for some reason. She and her husband just gave off that macabre aura.

"Yes, and she was just leaving."

"Uh, no. Not until I tell you." I shook my head, throwing them a small smile. Ryan sighed angrily in my ear. It made my back tingle. Not in the good way.

"Will you excuse me for a moment?" He managed and they gave a nod.

He roughly grabbed my arm and lead me through the hallway, almost dragging me along.