Love's Not A Competion

Kiss And Make Up

Back at home we talked about our baby and our future. The more we talked the less scared we both got.

"How long have you known?" he asked.

"I'd only known the definite answer about half an hour before you got home but I'd thought about it all weekend." I explained.

I told him about how I'd been telling mum how I felt and that she thought this was the most likely diagnosis. I told him how much I'd worried about the result and everything leading up to him coming home.

"So do you know how far along you are?" he asked with an excited little twinkle in his eyes.

"I don't know for sure but my last period was just before we were in Finland. So a month or so. It could have happened in Finland, at home or at Glastonbury. I'll have to go to the doctors." I explained.

"But we were always careful." he frowned.

"I know but it seems like a little something happened at some time to make a baby start growing." I sighed.

"What we do is never little!" he laughed. "We do something special!"

"Very special!" I laughed and cuddled up closer to him on the sofa.

We curled around each other on the sofa for a while having a bit of a "kiss and make up" that got me thinking about our future. Sure, we'd had arguments before and we'd keep having them but we'd always make up. We make up after our arguments very well.

"I think it's a Glastonbury baby." I said that evening. "There's a few spots from that night that are still a bit fuzzy. I know some were good fuzzy moments so who's to say we didn't do it without protection at some point."

"How cool!" he laughed. "I'd love it if our baby was made at the biggest music festival on a night of sex, a little drugs and rock and roll!"

For a while we lay together on the sofa with me on my back and him mostly between my legs with his head and hands on my still flat stomach where the bump would grow. He'd kiss the bare skin and talk as if I was already huge and due any day.

"Are you going to spend the next 8 or 9 months there?" I asked as I played with his hair.

"Maybe!" he laughed.

"It'll be a long wait before there's anything to see or feel." I laughed.

"All I'm getting at the moment is food and wind." he laughed.

"There'll be more of both!" I laughed. "It's going to be lovely!"

"When can I tell the guys?" he asked.

"Not for a while darling. Defiantly not tomorrow." I told him.

"But I want to." he sighed. "I'm excited."

"That's a complete turn around from earlier." I noted.

"I'm sorry about that. I'm so sorry." he sighed. "Can I ever make that up to you?"

"Buy me lots of chocolate and flowers!" I joked.

"Do you want your weight in chocolate?" he asked.

"Oh my god, that would be amazing!" I laughed. "About 9 stone of chocolate please!"

The next day we both went to see a doctor who got me to pee in a jar and then sent us to another health centre for a scan. I lay on an examination bed in a hospital gown feeling very awkward. This was a lot more drama than I ever thought it would be.

My eyes widened in horror when I realised what kind of scan it was going the be. The sonographer squeezed jelly onto a long wand like scanner that put fear in me. Ricky took my hand when he saw this.