“First urine, for what?” I ask confused.
“This!” He holds the pregnancy test in front of my face, making my breath catch.
“Why do you have that?”
“You’re late.”
“I’m late?” I repeat, not taking my eyes off the test.
“Yeah, we have been having sex practically every day for the last two months. When I first did some research on why you might be late, it said it could be stress, so I wanted to give it some time to see if your period came. It hasn’t, so you need to pee on this.” He holds the test up again.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. “Baby, you know you’re kinda crazy, right? I’ve never heard of a man keeping track of his wife’s period and doing research on it.” I smile and stroke my fingers along his strong jaw.
He shrugs. “So?” he says, climbing on top of me, pinning me down to the bed. “You need to get out of bed, wife, and pee on the stick.”
“Okay,” I smile. His eyes light up as he helps me out of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I go to shut the door to the bathroom.
“I will be right back.”
“I’m going to stay with you.” His face is so serious that I start to laugh.
“All I do is pee on it. After that, I will open the door, and you can come in and wait with me while it processes.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, as I close the door with a giant smile on my face. I didn’t even think that we would be doing this so quickly, but with lots of therapy and support from everyone around me, I stopped taking my birth control about three months ago. The day I handed Trevor my pill case was a happy day for both of us. I look down at the test in my hand, and go about taking the test. When I’m finished, I open the door for Trevor, who hasn’t moved from right outside it. He comes in, wrapping his arms around my waist. As we wait for the results of whether or not our lives were going to completely change, I hear a ringing and I look at Trevor, who pulls out his phone, turning off the timer. “It said three minutes.” He shrugs.
Trevor
I put my phone back in the pocket of my sweats, and turn Liz around to face me. “No matter what that test says we are in this together,” she nods, and I pull her bottom lip out of her teeth. I give her a kiss before grabbing the test off the counter behind her. I hold it between us, and we both look down at the test at the same time. The words PREGNANT is clearly stated through the small window of the test. Her hand goes to her stomach. “We’re pregnant,” I say, stunned. I mean, I was pretty sure, but you never know. She starts to laugh, making me look up. “What?”
“You said ‘we’re pregnant’.”
“We are pregnant,” I tell her seriously. “I may not get sick or feel the pain from childbirth, but I will be with you the whole way, taking care of you and making sure that you and our child have everything that you could possibly need.” She does a face-plant into my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist. “How are you feeling about this?” I whisper. A few months ago, when she handed me her case of birth control pills, telling me that she was ready for us to start trying to get pregnant, I was worried that she was rushing it because she thought that it was something that I wanted. Later that night, when I was holding her, I expressed my concerns with her. She explained that with counseling and surviving what she and Kara had gone through, she realized how short life really is, and that you can’t let your fears rule you. So I got out of bed, tossed the pills in the trash, and went about making love to my wife.
“We’re having a baby.”
“We are.” I kiss her forehead. “I love you, baby.
“I love you most,” she whispers, making me smile.
“Let’s get you and my kid something to eat. Then we need to call and see about setting up a doctor’s appointment.”
“Oh, no. Are you going to start freaking out like Asher?”
“If you mean being concerned about you and my child, then yes.”
“Please don’t buy a baby book.”
“I won’t.”
“Oh, good,” she sighs, shaking her head.
“I think I have it memorized from when Asher or Cash had left them hanging around.”
She smiles then her smile slips away. “How is Cash going to take this?” she asks, looking at her fingers that are playing with the hem of my shirt.
“He will be happy for us.” All my brothers will be.
“I'm happy he’s getting a divorce.” Liz whispers.
“Me to baby.”
“I hate her.”
“I know you do. I don’t like her much myself, but now that he has custody of Jax things should get better for him.”
“I know. Trevor, she was so mean to him. The things she said and did...” She shakes her head, tears start to fill her beautiful eyes.
“Hush, baby. It’s okay.” I pull her against me again, holding her close. “Let’s stop talking about Cash and Jules.” I’m fucking happy that Cash finally realized that he couldn’t continue to live a lie with Jules. I hate what he went through but I'm glad it’s over. The bitch even tried to claim that my nephew wasn’t Cash’s at one point so Cash had a paternity test done confirming what he already knew. Now they’re getting divorced and Cash is getting full custody not that Jules really wanted custody to begin with she just wanted to fuck with Cash. I lead Liz out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She starts to make coffee. I stand there, trying to figure out how to tell her that she can’t drink coffee anymore.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she asks, looking over her shoulder. She looks beautiful in nothing but one of my shirts and a pair of large socks that slouch around her ankles. Her hair is a mess, and the way the sun is shining through the window makes her look like she’s glowing; or maybe she is glowing. I can’t wait until her waist expands, showing off her pregnancy. I never thought that I could love her any more than I already did. Now, knowing she’s carrying my child has elevated every feeling that I have ever had for her.