I Can’t Believe It
I paced back and forth in Thomas and I’s bedroom. I held the pregnancy test in my hand, waiting for it to tell me my fate.
It’s funny how something so small can make such a big change in someone’s life. A baby. It’s crazy to even think that there is life inside me.
I checked my watch. No, not checked, I stared at my watch. Counting down each second. 30...29...28…
Every second felt like an eternity. 27...26...25…
I slide down one of the walls and lay the test next to me as I put my face in my hands.
I lift my head out of my hands after what I assume 25 seconds. I check my watch and see I was right, it’s been 25 seconds. I slowly grab the test and lift it in front of my eyes. The test said one word. The one word I’d been hoping for. A smile creeped onto my face. i just sat there waiting for Thomas to get home from work. I just held the test and smiled.
I hear the front door open, then close. Then I hear footsteps.
“Love! I’m home! Where are you?” I hear Thomas’ british accent yell, from downstairs. I smile.
“Thomas, I’m in our room!” I yell back. Then the sound of footsteps, coming up the stairs, filled the room. The sound echoed through the quiet house. I quickly try to hide the test under my leg, so it can be somewhat of a surprise for Thomas. Thomas pushed open the door to our bedroom and a look of concern crossed over his face as he saw me. My mascara must have dripped down my face or maybe it was because I was curled up in a ball in the corner of our room.
“(Y/N), is everything okay?” Thomas asked, concern audible through his voice. A smile paints itself on my face. Thomas walks over to me and then my crouches down in front of me, to talk to me.
“It’s better than okay,” I tell Thomas. Thomas’ concern turns to confusion as he tries to read my expression. Thomas wipes away a couple of stray tears that still fall from my watery eyes.
“Why? What happened?” Thomas asks, tilting his head to the side. I pull the test out from under my thigh. I just watch Thomas’ eyes widen. I can’t tell if they are widening from fear or excitement. Or maybe both.
“Thomas, I’m pregnant,” I tell him. I see tears for in Thomas’ eyes as he smashes his lips against mine. My emotions are all over the place right now. I feel like laughing and crying and everything in between. When Thomas pulls away, he helps me up.
“I can’t believe it!” Thomas says, whilst he hugs me, tighter than he ever has, but I’m not complaining.
“I know,” I begin, pulling away, just so I can look into his eyes. “We are gonna be parents,” I say. It sounds weird coming from my mouth, but we’ll get used to it. Thomas nods, then kisses me again. Then I pull away and start laughing. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. A little bit after Thomas is laughing as hard as me. I literally laughed until there were tears in my eyes.
