I was chewing half my hand off as I was waiting at the front door. Wyatt was due home any second and I wasn’t going to do this without him. As the key went in the door I straightened up, nearly jumping on him as he walked through.
“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asked me, kicking his shoes off.
“You took fucking ages!” I moaned, pulling him further into the living room. He chuckled, taking off his beanie hat, fluffing his hair.
“I didn’t know you were waiting for me at the fucking door. What’s up?”
“I want to do a test,” I spat out. He looked up at me, his face was serious and he nodded.
“Did you need me to get one? You should have texted me I would have got one on my way home.” His voice was quick.
“I bought one.” I could hear the anxiety in my voice.
“Okay,” Wyatt laughed, taking his coat off. “Let’s do it then, why are you freaking?” He grabbed my hand, pulling me to the bathroom.
“Because what if it’s negative or what if it’s positive?!” I pulled a face at him and he laughed.
“Then we deal with it.” Wyatt shrugged, I picked up the test from the bathroom side, ripping the box open. “Why do you think you need to do one?” He asked me, sitting on the edge of the bath.
“My periods about three days late.” My hand was shaking as I got the test out, flicking the box over to look at how to do it. I had definitely taken a pregnancy test in my time but this was the first time I wanted it to be actually positive. I lifted the toilet seat up, pissing on the stick and not giving a shit Wyatt was staring at me.
“How long do we wait?” He asked me as I pulled my tights back up.
“Two minutes. How was your day?” I tried to laugh, putting the test in Wyatt’s hand. He didn’t look at it, instead his eyes were on me.
“Good, how was yours?” He chuckled.
“Fine.” I nodded. “Wyatt! I’m freaking out!” I shouted, turning around. My head was in my hands, my breathing heavy.
“Relax babe, if it’s negative then we just keep trying. It’s not like we hardly have sex.” He laughed and I turned around to him. “You’ve been off the pill for two months.”
“It’s been two minutes right?” I asked him, walking over as he stood.
“Probably, let’s look.” His grin was huge and I put my hand on his shoulder, my breathing heavy. “Ready?” He asked me and I nodded, chewing my bottom lip. Wyatt flipped it over and we both stared at the tiny screen.
“What do two lines mean?” He asked me, his voice shaking.
“It means I’m pregnant,” I whispered. We looked up at each other and Wyatt’s smile took over his whole face.
“You’re pregnant baby,” he said softly and I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks. Wyatt threw the test in the sink, grabbing my face with both hands.
“You’re pregnant Gabrielle. With my fucking baby!” He shouted, making me laugh.
“I am,” my voice was barely a whisper. His lips smashed into mine and my legs nearly gave way, opening my mouth for him as I ran my hands through his hair. I was pregnant, I had a tiny Wyatt growing inside of me and it felt completely surreal. Wyatt pulled away, his tongue flicking mine.
“Say something,” he laughed, wiping his own face. I let out a sob, running my arm over my face.
“I’m pregnant and I fucking love you.” I smiled at him.
“I love you too.”
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