The opening credits for Jaws starts and Thea smiles up at me.
It seemed appropriate to me, on a day when our lives are changing forever we should watch Jaws. After all, it also marks the moment I knew I loved Thea, and that too was a pretty big deal to me.
“I love you,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her forehead.
Sometimes I love you doesn’t feel big enough to encompass what I feel for her.
She’s everything to me.
The sun and the moon and the stars. She’s it all.
She smiles too, and this time it’s genuine. “I love you too.”
She turns back to the movie, wiggling against me, and I rest my head on hers.
We’re having a baby.
It’s a shock, that’s for sure, but this isn’t the end of the world like she thinks it is. Somehow, I’ll get her to see that.
Thea
“Stop fidgeting.”
Xander grabs my restless hands and holds them between his to stop me from tapping my fingers against the wood arm of the chair.
I glare up at him. “I’m nervous,” I defend my actions. “I need a distraction.”
His lips quirk up. “I’m great at distractions.”
I narrow my eyes. “Like what?”
He grabs my face between his hands and presses his lips to mine in a forceful kiss before I can even blink. At first, my body wants to melt beneath him, but two seconds later it registers where we are and I push him away.
“Xander,” I scold under my breath, “we’re in the doctor’s office.” I look around at the other expectant mothers and few fathers. Thankfully, they’re all absorbed in their own conversations and not paying us any mind. “I can’t believe you did that,” I hiss, my cheeks heated with embarrassment.
Normally, making out with my husband would be a great thing, and usually lead to other, more fun activities, but now isn’t the time or place.
“Just trying to distract you and it worked.” He smirks at me, entirely too pleased with himself.
I raise a finger in warning, scolding him like an unruly child. “Xander Kincaid, wipe that smirk off your face or I’ll enjoy shoving my heel up your ass.” I point my extended finger at the four-inch heels I wear—it could be worse, they could be six inches.
He shakes with laughter, clearly not afraid of me.
I guess if I was a giant Viking I wouldn’t be afraid of me either.
“Thea Kincaid?” they call out.
I stand. “That’s me,” I say unnecessarily to the nurse holding my chart.
Xander stands and follows me.
“How are you feeling, Mrs. Kincaid?” she asks, leading us down the hall.
I gag. “Call me Thea, please.” I don’t know why but I always hate the sound of Mrs. Kincaid. Don’t get me wrong, I love being married—most of the time—but Mrs. Kincaid sounds so stuffy and formal, which is not me at all. “And a little nausea but other than that, I’m okay.”
She leads us into an exam room. “You can sit there.” She points Xander to a chair. “And you—” she turns to me “—can pee in this.” She hands me a little cup with a green cap. “There’s a bathroom right across the hall, put the specimen in the silver door in the wall, you can’t miss it. Come back here and take off your pants and underwear. There’s a gown you can use to drape over you. The doctor will be in shortly.”
She turns, her blond ponytail swishing, and disappears down the hall.