“Sorry,” I gasp, my nose scrunching at the horrible taste that lingers on my tongue. “I’ve been so nauseated all day…”
“Don’t apologize for that,” he reprimands me lightly. “Now we know why you passed out.”
I roll my thin sheet between my fingers as I blink past the welling emotions inside me.
I’m pregnant.
I’ve always wanted to be a mom, but my future wasn’t clear while I was with Dylan. I didn’t even bring up the topic to him because I didn’t know how to combat my own hesitation on the matter.
But right now?
I don’t feel that uncertainty. I don’t feel a sense of impending doom. I feel…happy.
I’m having a baby with Kaden. The man who stole my heart long ago and never let me go. He came back for me, and all I can see is the next ten years stretched out before me—sports or ballet recitals, our fridge covered in sentimental family photos and little finger paintings, and us. A family that we created together…
“Is it wrong of me to be happy?” I ask quietly as my nerves bite.
He crouches down, chasing my eyes. “Of course not. Is it wrong of me to feel the same?”
My eyes widen. “You do?”
He smiles widely. “Yes, Melody. I’mexcitedwe’re having a baby.”
Relief floods me as I throw my arms around his neck and crush him to me. More tears fall, our joy is shared, and he squeezes me tightly in return.
Chapter seventy-two
Kaden
Now,Iknowwhateveryone is thinking. Did I tamper with my wife’s birth control?
I’ll keep the answer short and sweet.No.
Which is what makes this even more of a whirlwind. Ultimately, I decided to leave the decision up to her, but it seems nature had other plans. I can’t say I’m angry with the outcome. Not in the slightest.
I’m a sick fuck who’s overjoyed that his wife is pregnant, and I didn’t have to resort to fucking with her medication. It really is a miracle, and I can only sit smugly beside her bed as the ultrasound tech gels the vaginal wand.
“Deep breath,” the tech instructs.
Melody obeys, her hand tightening around mine as the device is inserted inside of her. Her face twists into discomfort, and I nearly stop the medical professional and tell her to fuck right off.
Until we hear it.
It’s a quick pattering sound, like a hummingbird. We both stop with bated breath as the tech situates the handle before pointing at the machine’s screen. “There’s your baby. Healthy and measuring in at six weeks.”
Melody gasps, lifting her fingers to her lips before her eyes flicker to me. “After our wedding…”
I nod. “That’s our baby.I think.” I tilt my head, squinting at the small sac on the screen.
She giggles before her head rears. “Oh, that feels weird with that thing inside of me…”
The tech withdraws the wand, wiping down her station before wheeling her machine out of the room. We sit in stunned, happy silence before my wife’s head whips around to me.
“I haven’t been to the gyno in over a year.”
I scowl at her. “I’m calling as soon as we get home.”
She groans, scrubbing a hand down her face. “You’re going to be unbearable, aren’t you?”