Her look knocks into my life something I can’t control; a reminder I can’t have everything I want.
“It’s okay.” I sit on the bath’s edge next to Sky and pull her shoulders to me, resting a soothing hand on the back of her hair as I kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry... next time.”
My arms empty as Sky pulls away and picks up something recognisable next to her. I’ve seen these a lot in recent months. “Look at the test.”
I take the long plastic strip from her shaking fingers and stare the way I do every month, willing the lines to appear.
Two blue lines on the pregnancy test.
My heart skips out of rhythm, then speeds. “Tell me. I need to hear this.” But she doesn’t need to, her shining eyes are the answer. “Are you pregnant?”
“Yes.”
This.
This is fucking incredible.
I squeeze Sky to me, and she laughs, the sound catching in her throat as the emotion grips her too. “You’re incredible,” I whisper. “This is the best end to a shitty day.”
Sky wriggles against me as I cover her face in kisses, giddy excitement spilling out as I whisper how much I love her, how amazing she is... I don’t know, just... words.
“Only just though, Dylan. I don’t want to get excited,” she says, her voice muffled by my face.
I pull away, hold her cheeks, and gaze into the eyes of the woman who now holds a new person to complete our world. “I know, but I can’t help it. But this will be all right. Everything will work out this time.”
She grips my hand. “It will. I can’t believe this has happened.” The pure happiness on Sky’s face radiates through the room, to me, lighting up a corner reserved for her and our baby that’s remained overshadowed for months.
My bright future now fucking dazzles me.