Half of my heart

Dreams do come true

I lay in our bed feeling like crap. I'm been throwing up all morning and the only thing keeping me from going crazy is the baby. Brad and I found out I was pregnant about a week ago and since then I couldn't be happier. The sickness doesn't even stand a chance of making me change my mind. Execpt for our wedding the minute we saw the positive tests was the happiest day of our lives.

"Are you done?" Brad asks slightly opening the door peeking in.

I just nod and stay standing where I am leaving over the sink. I'm so nervous. We both want this baby more than anything, but what if they're negative? I can't take my eyes off the test that could completely change our lives "It's time to look." I tell Brad and he nods, taking his and flipping it over. I take mine and do the same to see it say positive. Brad looks over at mine showing me his says the same. I'm pregnant. I feel my eyes fill up with tears. Brad and I are gonna have our baby.

Brad looks at me tears in his eyes as well speechless like me and wraps me in his arms. We're both overwhelmed and excited. "I can't belive this is finally happening." Brad says breaking the silence "I've wanted this forever."

"Me too. I'm so happy and excited." I say back and we take some time to soak in everything.

In the past week we've spent as much time as we could together. I start filming Friends again next week and the timing works out perfectly. We found out that I'm a month pregnant which means it works perfectly with the time line of Rachel's pregnancy. I still can't believe it's finally happening and that in 8 months we'll have our first baby. It's bittersweet thinking of going back because I don't want to be without Brad but at the same time that show means so much to me along with everyone I work with. They're such a great group of people. Brad has stayed home this past week knowing how sick I've been feeling and just to be here to support me and I can't thank him enough.

I look over and see him sleeping peacefully next to me. He's smiling a little and I know he's happy. Normally he's the one who watches me sleep, but today I woke up sick and let him sleep and now I understand why he does it to me, even though it is kinda creepy. Suddenly I start to feel nauseated again. The vile quickly comes up my throat and I run to the bathroom leaving over the toilet emptying my stomach. I sit back after a minute, wash out my mouth and flush the toilet. Not sure if I'm going to be sick again I stay there until I see Brad walk in the bathroom.

"You okay?" He asks in a caring way "You sounded pretty bad."

I lean back onto him for comfort and start to feel better "Yeah, I'm better now." I move so I'm sitting on Brad's lap and he wraps his arms around me.

He kisses me and picks me up surprising me by caring me from our bathroom through our room and into the living room where he puts me on the couch "Stay here." He says before disappearing into the kitchen. I wait a little for him and he finally comes back with a water bottle, and some fruit. He puts it on the coffee table in front of me "You have to be hungry."

"Starving." I reach for a strawberry and eat it as I wait for Brad to sit with me.

He takes one and tells me to take a bite of it then he finishes the rest "These are good." He takes another and puts it in his mouth moving closer to me for me to eat the rest. I eat the rest quickly letting all the sweet juice fill my mouth and look to see him staring at me smiling "What, do I have strawberry on me?"

"Yeah." He says sweetly making me think he's going to clean it off. Holding my face in his hands I know there's not any strawberry and he leans in kissing me passionately. I kiss back letting our tongues intertwine as he slowly pushes me so I'm laying down on the couch. He pins me down as the kiss gets more passionate and slowly starts to pull my tank top off. He runs his hands up from my stomach to the straps to take it off making me want him now. I get his boxers off in seconds surprising him "Someone's excited." He says as he pulls away for a second.

"You too." I can hardly contain myself anymore and make note of the huge bulge I can feel in his boxers. I caress it as I feel it getting even bigger.

With each second I want him more and more. He knows what I want and teases me taking off my pants as slowly as possible. I moan loudly knowing he loves that and he gets my pants off and finally enters me. I fill with pleasure right away moaning louder than before as he thrusts. I dig my nails into his back as I grab his hair trying to contain myself.

We finish and lay on the couch panting and completely out of breath, yet completely satisfied.