27
Lyla
Two Weeks Later
Colt and I came home a week after we said our vows in front of our closest friends and family. He even had his best friend, Richard, there as his best man. We didn’t get to see him a whole lot the day of the wedding, but we were able to have breakfast with him and the whole family the next day before they all departed for the airport.
“Ugh,” I say to myself. I’m working on a flat lay for a fashion designer at home. Our home. By the time we got back from Barbados, the girls had already moved me into Colt’s house and all I had to do was unpack.
“What’s wrong?” Colt asks from the doorway of the home office we set up. He’s on one side and I’m on the other. My mess is usually strewn everywhere, and he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He just laughs, knowing I’ll put it all away at the end of the night.
“I can’t get my stupid phone to work right, I swear technology is not my thing,” I say, standing up with my hand on my hip, ready to throw the phone at the wall.
“Let me see it, baby.” He holds the palm of his hand out for my phone and I gladly hand it over to him before sitting down on the floor, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to come out. I would never cry over something like this.
“This is bananas,” I say out loud.
“What’s wrong now?” he hands me back my phone. “You had it on the wrong settings, you can’t have it on slow motion if you want it on portrait mode.”
“Little shit like this, it’s making me want to cry, and I’m so damn tired lately,” I complain.
“Well babe, you think maybe it’s that time of the month or you could be pregnant?” Colt throws out.
I get up from my place on the floor and fly to my desk to look at my calendar. “Holy shit, I know we joked about it at our wedding, but Colt, I think we need to get to the store now,” I rush out.
“Let’s go,” he replies without a care in the world, but he has a smile plastered on his face.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask, just in case.
“Lyla, pretty sure the first time I came inside you. I know now, I knew it then, and I’ll know it forever. You’re it for me, and I’m more than ready to have a munchkin or five running around.”
“Did you just say five?”
“Yep, I was an only child, you know that. I hated it. I want our kids to be surrounded by siblings.” He grabs my hand, taking it in his and bringing it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.
“Okay, but can we reconsider five kids? I’m one of four, and while our house is much bigger, five babies with heads the size of a watermelon coming out of my vagina —I think we should think on this. I saw Bella and Noah’s birth, and yeah. I’m not sure on five,” I think I reiterate it until I get my point across.
“How about four?” Apparently, I didn’t.
“Three?” I counter.
“I’m good with three, let’s go get a test and see how things go. No matter what, know this Lyla Montgomery — I love you and what we have, it’s a love to cherish each and every day.” Cue the waterworks because with that statement there’s no way I wouldn’t be a blubbering mess.
“I love you, Colt, more than I could ever say.” Tears are rolling down my cheeks. Colt takes me as I am, wiping the tears off of my cheeks, kissing my lips lightly, and then taking my hand to lead me towards the front door so we can go to the store and get a pregnancy test.
I giggle along the way, giddy with the promise of a baby in our future. This is definitely one of my favorite moments in our life.
28
Colton
“No way, no how, Mister! You are not watching me pee on a stick. There is no way you’re coming in here while I do this.” I just smirk at Lyla with her attitude in full throttle.
“Whatever, you think this is bad? This is nothing, but I’ll give you the privacy, but the minute you’re done, I’m coming in,” I state.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you, now give a girl some privacy, please.” She pushes me out of the bathroom and slams the door in my face. All I can do is chuckle and wait until I hear the toilet flush.
“You’re a weirdo, Colt. I know you never left the door. I’m washing my hands then I’ll let you in,” she hollers through the door.
She’s not wrong. I’m still standing where she left me, only now I’m leaning up against the dresser we have by the door leading to the bathroom.