There's No Way

Big News

[Camila's POV]

"You're pregnant."

The words echoed through my head as I sat there with my mouth hanging open in shock.

"P-pregnant? As in...pregnant?" I asked my doctor.

"Trust me, I'm just as surprised as you are," he chuckled. "And yes, pregnant as in pregnant. You're having a baby, congratulations!" I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I couldn't help but immediately start sobbing. He reached over and comfortingly placed his hand on my shoulder. "Happy tears, I assume?"

"The happiest," I choked out through my tears.

"Good. Now, do you have somewhere to be? If you need to leave now, you can. But if not, I do have time to do another ultrasound so you can see your little bundle of joy." My face lit up at the idea of getting an ultrasound and actually getting to see a baby instead of a bunch of lifeless masses.

"I would love another ultrasound," I answered. I laid back and pulled my shirt up as I had so many times before, but this time I was actually excited about it. He swirled the wand over my stomach until he found the baby.

"See that little thing in the middle that looks like a peanut?" He pointed at the ultrasound monitor. "That's your baby!" I couldn't believe that this tiny human was growing inside of me. This perfect combination of Shawn and I was already so loved by both of us, even if only one of us knew of their existence. He took a few pictures and printed them out for me before sending me out to schedule my next appointment for the baby. Part of me was heartbroken that Shawn wasn't there to experience learning that I was pregnant with me, but I was also extremely excited knowing that I would have the best surprise ever for him when he returned home. I scheduled my next ultrasound and walked out to my car, pulling my phone and dialing my husband before I even left the parking lot. Since today's appointment lasted longer than usual, I knew he was probably a nervous wreck waiting for me to call.

"Camila!" he answered. "Thank god you called, I was starting to get worried. Is everything good?"

"Everything is good!" If only he knew just how good, I thought. "Sorry it took me a while, the doctor had an emergency appointment he needed to tend to before he could get to me." I obviously felt horrible for lying to him, but I wasn't about to tell my husband that I was pregnant over the phone.

"Oh, thank god," he sighed in relief. "On the bright side, I get to see you tomorrow!" I grinned like an idiot at the mere thought.

"You have no idea how excited I am to have you home, baby," I cooed into the phone as I made a last minute decision to stop at our local Target on my way home.

"Mmm...and you have no idea how excited I am to get home and make you—"

"Shawn, baby, as much as I'm loving where this conversation is going I should let you know that I'm at Target right now—so I'd appreciate it if you'd behave." I parked my car in an open spot near the doors and got out.

"Ugh, fine. But for the record, you should make sure you're well rested for tomorrow. It's going to be a long night for us," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, I don't doubt that for a second." I walked in and grabbed an empty cart before mindlessly wandering around the store.

"So, what did you need at Target?" he inquired. I looked around and noticed that I had somehow made my way to the baby section.

"Um, we ran out of laundry detergent." I hated lying to him. I couldn't wait until he got home so I could finally tell him the big news. I mindlessly browsed through the racks of baby clothes before finding a onesie that made me chuckle. I grabbed the newborn size and put it in my cart before continuing to wander around the store. Shawn and I talked until I got home and convinced him to hang up so he could get some rest.

As soon as I got home, I grabbed a disposable cup from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom. I needed to take a pregnancy test. I mean obviously I already knew that I was pregnant, but still. I wanted to experience taking the test and seeing it be positive. I had seen far too many negative tests in my life—it was time for me to finally get my positive. I peed in the cup and opened the cabinet to grab a couple tests. I dipped each of the sticks into the cup, and despite already knowing the results, I was still overwhelmingly anxious as I waited for the three-minute timer on my phone to go off.

Beep beep...beep beep...beep beep...

I clicked the timer on my phone off and cautiously walked over to the sink where the tests sat. I flipped them both over and immediately started sobbing again. At this point I had come to terms with the idea that I would never get to experience taking a pregnancy test and having it be positive—but yet here I was with two of them.

I stared at them in complete disbelief for god knows how long. I lifted my shirt up and roamed my eyes over my stomach before placing my hand over it. There was no signs of any bump yet, and I didn't necessarily feel pregnant—but I was. We were finally having a baby in the way I had always envisioned.

I spent the rest of the night looking up different ways other women had told their significant others that they were pregnant. I still had no idea how I wanted to tell Shawn, but I knew I wanted it to be special and unique. We had waited for this moment for so long—it needed to be perfect when I told him. Some women had wrapped the tests up like a present, some had framed the ultrasound pictures, some had gotten t-shirts for their man that said "Best Dad Ever". Each of the ideas were cute, but none of them were right. I tried my best to fall asleep at a decent hour that night, but the excitement of seeing Shawn combined with the news that there was finally a tiny human was growing in my womb made sleep hard to come by.

"Goodnight little one," I whispered as I caressed my stomach with my hand before finally drifting off to sleep.