I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back, chewing my lip. “Look, uh, we should talk.”
“There it is.” He drifted back to the island and leaned against it.
I turned away and looked at the cabinets, just to have something to do. They were new, a deep brown color, freshly stained and finished. Reid did a lot of the work himself, though he hired guys to do what he couldn’t, and the place looked fantastic. We bought it six months after moving into the area, and back then it was a beat-up, tiny little place, but he’d done so much to it since then it was like a whole new house. Part of me was afraid he couldn’t be happy in Seattle, so far from the hustle and bustle of a city like Philadelphia, but he seemed so content, so quiet, and it made me happy to see that he could be a different man, that he could blend into a new world.
Because I loved it here. There was nowhere in the world I’d rather be, and every day I felt lucky that I managed to escape my family. I heard rumors on social media that Vincent was pissed off, that he was looking for us, but those whispers quickly dropped away when the next big drama happened and they got distracted. Now I figured they’d forgotten about the two of us, and that was fine by me.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said, even though that was definitely a lie.
“Okay then. Spill it out if it’s no big thing.”
I turned to face him again, heart racing. “I don’t want you to freak out. Just please don’t freak out.”
“The more you stall, the worse it’s gonna be.” He took another long drink then put the beer down.
I nodded to myself then reached into my pocket. I took out a short stick wrapped in toilet paper then held it up to him, opening the side so that he could see the white plastic beneath. He squinted at it, frowning, head tilted—then pulled back, eyes wide.
“Is that—are you kidding?”
I put the pregnancy test down on the counter next to me. “I’m pregnant.”
For a long moment, I thought he’d yell at me, thought he’d storm out, thought he’d scream. We’d never talked about kids, even though we fucked constantly, but we were careful—condoms most of the time at least. Apparently though we hadn’t been careful enough lately, and now, well, now I was knocked up.
His eyes lit up with pure joy and laughter spilled out of his chest. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m serious. I’m pregnant. I know we didn’t talk about this but—”
He grabbed me and pulled me against him, laughing and hugging me. “Oh my god, this is amazing! This is so great!”
I stared up at him. “You’re not mad?”
“Why the hell would I be mad?” He kissed me and I could feel his heart racing. “This is the best news I’ve ever gotten.”
“I thought… maybe you didn’t want kids.”
“Cora, I want a family with you. I want as many kids as you want.”
I started crying. It was a stupid reaction, I know, but I couldn’t help myself. The tears spilled out and I sobbed, and he hugged me tight against him, laughing, trying to comfort me, but clearly too happy to do a good job. Eventually I calmed myself, and we stood in our kitchen together for a while, hugging each other, talking about the future.
“This wasn’t the plan, you know,” I said after a while, looking down at the floor.
“Fuck the plan. You were never part of my plan, none of this was, but I bet I’d be dead now if we hadn’t met. So fuck the plan. Let’s have a baby and make a family.”
“Yeah.” I laughed, kissed him, and took his hand. “All right. I can do that.”
He led me upstairs, up to our bedroom, and I knew I had so much to look forward to.* * *