8 Surprise

Days passed, each day even better than the last. My love growing more with leaps and bounds. Sure, we had fights, we had problems. What marriage didn't? What mattered was by the end of the day we still loved each other, and we knew that.

Years came and went. After two years of being married, we had the most amazing news. We were pregnant; well, I was. At first, when we suspected it, we were nervous. We hadn't been trying for a baby. Outside the bathroom door I could hear Mikey pacing restlessly, anxiously. The pregnancy test I had just taken laid on the sink, its result yet to be seen as I leaned against the wall and chewed nervously on my thumbnail. That small wand would change my life, I knew that. What I didn't know is if the response would be good or not. Millions of outcomes were rushing through my mind. If it was a positive would he leave, stay unhappily, stay and rejoice at the new point in our lives? Or maybe if it's a negative we could pretend this never happened and we could go on with our lives.

I gathered up whatever strength I had inside of me and picked up the wand. Positive, it was a positive. I didn't believe it, couldn't believe it. I emptied the entire box. Each test confirmed I was, indeed, pregnant. So many emotions boiled into my chest, it's impossible to pin them all down. The two main ones, fighting for dominance, were happiness and worry. Happy that I'm going to be a mother, worry about how Mikey would react. Summoning all the courage I require, I grab a random test and opened the door to the bathroom. My eyes were glued to ground, I couldn't look at him. "Well?" He questioned me, trying to catch my eye. I said nothing, just handed him the test. He took it, at first he said nothing. I counted each beat of my heart in anticipation of his reaction.

"This is..." I closed my eyes tightly, ready for his rejection of our child, "amazing." My eyes widened and I looked up at him in shock. A large smile had spread across his face, lighting up his features.

"Really?" I questioned hesitantly. He laughed and picked me up, spinning me around in joy.

"We're going to be parents!" His laugh is contagious. In seconds, I'm clinging to him and joining him in his celebration.