“What was that about being a weirdo?” I murmur.
“Oh hush, are you ready to see if we’re pregnant? It should only take a few more minutes until we know.” She’s standing at the opening of the bathroom, her hands wringing together. I place my hands over hers, my forehead meets hers. “We got this, babe.” I reassure her, she takes a step back, I keep my hands on her hips as she walks backwards.
“Did you set a timer?” I ask Lyla.
“Yeah, we have two minutes left.” I bring her in for a hug, whispering in her ear, “I’m thinking I want a little girl, one that has her Mother’s dark hair, light skin, infectious smile, and has a heart of gold.”
“You can’t say stuff like that, not when I can see us having a little boy, with tousled hair so much like his father’s, green eyes that are full of mischief, and this happy go lucky vibe that I love so much.” We’re both whispering for no good reason, just telling each other our hopes and dreams.
“I think the timer is about to go off,” Lyla says.
“You ready to look together?”
“Yes, on the count of three? One, two, three.” I don’t even look at the stick. I look at Lyla the entire time. The joy that comes over her face, that’s the only answer I need to know that she’s pregnant.
“Oh, my goodness, did you see?”
“Yeah, baby. I see everything. I love you so fucking much,” I tell her.
“I love you. We’re going to be parents. I can’t believe it!” She responds. I take her mouth in a kiss, all while leading her back to our bed. I know she’s going to want to call our friends and family, but right now, I need to feel her body wrapped around mine.
Epilogue One
Lyla
Four Months Later
It’s been a lot of fun getting things ready for this day, of course it wouldn’t be the same without Presley and Callie.
“I think that’s everything. We have food, drinks, decorations, and then the car is ready with what needs to happen with all that jazz,” Callie says, with Noah on her hip giving Presley a break. He recently ramped up teething and poor Lincoln and Presley are definitely feeling the effects.
“Thank you. Where’s Bella?”
“She’s with the guys. I swear if I didn’t know how much of a girlie girl she was, I would say she’s a tom boy,” Callie laughs as she says it. She knows good and well, Bella marches to the beat of her own drum.
“I secretly think she’s trying to get them on her side for an extra slice of cake later on. You know between all of our parents, my brothers, Colt, and Lincoln, she’ll be full of dessert.”
“You look beautiful, Lyla,” Presley comes bustling in, from where, I have no idea. Maybe her and Lincoln snuck off for a little bit, her hair is rumbled.
“You do too, is that grass I see in your hair?” I go around to pick at it, knowing damn good and well there isn’t anything in it. I just want to ruffle her feathers some.
“I do not, what are you even talking about?” She’s moving out of my way, turning this way and that way all while I’m trying to hold back the biggest laugh that’s bubbling up.
“Oh my gosh, I see it! No wonder you asked me to watch Noah. Don’t worry, Noah, Auntie Callie will always watch you,” Callie gets in on the fun.
“Alright, alright. It’s been months since we’ve gotten a break where we don’t have to be quiet. I love Noah to pieces, but his teething is slowly making me want to cry.” She sits down at the table and puts her hands in her head. I had no idea it was this bad or we would have helped. She never asked, sure girls’ days are getting less and less, but we really need to band together around one another now.
“No more of that, you know Lyla and I are here for you. Plus look at that family out back, you guys can’t go days and days without sleep. Let us help you carry the burden,” Callie soothes Presley by rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry, I’m being a sniveling shit today and on Lyla’s day no less.” She picks her head up and that’s when I really see Presley’s eyes, she’s wearing more make up than usual to try and cover up the dark circles under her eyes.
“Well, fuck. I was trying to have fun, promise. I didn’t mean to make you cry, but like Callie said, you and Lincoln need to let us help you guys out. If that means I come and pick him up for the afternoon or the evening I will. So, how about tonight, Colt and I will take him, you two go home or go out then pick him up tomorrow?” Not wanting to take no for an answer.