It's You: Book Two

Chapter Four

The Uber rolls to a stop out front of the Moran house. Aiden and I get out, and he gets our bags from the trunk, and then we walk up the path to the front door. He sets the bags on the porch and I push open the door, not surprised when the whole family is here, probably because they knew we were coming home today.

Declan is in the floor with his toys, his eyes widening when he sees us.

"Momma! Daddy!" he drops everything and runs to us. I pick him up when he reaches us, and he wraps his tiny arms around my neck.

"Hi buddy!" I say, stepping out of the way so Aiden can get in. "We missed you so much!"

"I miss too!" he kisses my cheek and looks at Aiden.

"Hey little man!" Aiden takes Declan from me and kisses him on the head.

"New house now?" he asks.

"Not yet, we just got here." Aiden says, setting Declan down.

"We go now!" he whines.

"Later." Aiden says to him, and then he shuts the front door and steps all the way in.

"So how was Argentina? Was the hotel as great as the pictures showed?" my Mom asks excitedly.

"It was better," I say honestly. "It was in the high sixties the whole time."

"You guys don't look very tan." Mike notes.

"Well we didn't do much going outside," Aiden says. I elbow him in the ribs.

"Can you not?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

"I'm just being honest." He shrugs.

I run my fingers through my hair and walk further into the room, sitting down next to Ali on the couch. It's hot in here. I'm sweating, so I put my hair into a bun.

"So what's the game plan for tomorrow?" Peter asks. "You guys are staying here tonight, yeah?"

"Yes." Aiden says. "Tomorrow we just have to load up the U-Haul from the storage unit. I'll tow Lex's car with the U-Haul and somebody can drive the truck."

"Why can't I drive the truck?" I ask.

"Because last time you drove it, you backed it over the mailbox." My Dad says with a laugh.

"Well it wasn't intentional." I say.

"It has a back up camera, hun." Aiden looks amused.

I look at Ali and see her rolling her eyes.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes at him.

My stomach is aching, and I really have to pee.

"I'll be back." I stand up and walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I do my business and see I have some spotting.

Dammit. My period.

I get a panty liner from the cabinet and put it in my panties, and then I flush the toilet and stand up.

I can smell the hand soap as I wash my hands, and it makes me nauseous.

I stand there for a moment, with my wet hand pressed to my mouth.

And the next thing I know, I'm throwing up in the toilet.

I flush and sit back on the floor, pressing my back to the wall. My elbows rest on my knees, my hands in my hair as I stare at my lap.

The last time I threw up, I was pregnant with Declan.

And I get a gut feeling.

I'm pregnant. I just know it.