“I was at the doctor earlier today. That’s why I made a big deal of going into town alone.”
Cristiano’s eyes intensify their gaze on me as he studies me. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen him speechless.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Say it.”
I study him, search his eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
It’s quiet. Like dead silent. I stare up at him and he stares back at me.
“Cristiano?”
He blinks, shakes his head, exhales audibly and smiles. Shakes his head again.
“I want to keep it and if you’re not ready, I understand. I mean, I get if you—”
He laughs out loud, eyes so bright they make mine fill up with tears. He’s happy. He lifts me and hugs me so hard, I’m sure he’s bruised a rib.
“Oh, Scarlett.” He draws back to look at me, then hugs me again. “Scarlett. Fuck. Scarlett.”
“You’re hurting me a little.”
He softens his hold, looks at me again, kisses my mouth and pushes the hair back from my face.
“Say it again.”
“We’re going to have a baby.”
Again, he laughs, shakes his head, exhales, shakes his head. Then he lays me down, looks at me, at my belly. It’s still flat but he lays his hand on it.
“It’s early. I don’t think you’ll see—”
“We’re going to have a baby?”
I nod, still crying because his eyes have filled up too. He lifts me again, hugging me tight.
“We’re going to have a baby,” he repeats.
“Yes.” I’m surprised by his reaction although I didn’t know what to expect. “Are you…happy?”
He throws his head back and laughs before his expression grows serious again. He takes my face in his hands, kisses my mouth, keeps hold of me.
“Am I happy? My God, woman. Don’t you see how happy I am? How happy you make me?”
I hug him this time, sniffling a little. “I love you so much.”
He draws back and takes my face in his hands again, using his thumbs to wipe away tears. “No more tears, Scarlett. No more fucking tears. I love you and we’re going to fill this house up with a dozen babies. Fill it up with laughter again, like it should always have been.”
He kisses me.
The end