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Authors: Caridad Pineiro
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mouth. He walked with her to the stairs, but it was a lovely morning. She motioned to the French doors. “I think I’d rather lay out there and get some sun.”
“Sure, Bridget. I’ll bring you breakfast in a second.”
She wasn’t the wilting waif type, but her stomach was so upset that she wasn’t going to argue with him about his taking care of her this morning. She went out to the garden and curled up on the chaise longue. A few seconds later, Slate scampered out from beneath a row of colorful petunias and laid down beside her, happily licking himself. His happy purr a constant vibration.
The warmth of the sun and the cat’s company chased away some of her discomfort. As she smoothed her hand across her abdomen, quieting the final topsy-turvy twists of her gut, the sunlight shimmered on the engagement ring on her finger.
She smiled at the sight of it. So much had changed for the better in just the few months they’d been together. And in the month since they’d become engaged, they’d pushed on to create the home they both wanted so much.
They’d even reached out to an agency to see what they’d eventually need to do if they decided to adopt to grow their new family.
Our new family , she thought, but in a sudden blast of insight, it occurred to her that she’d been so wrapped up in school, work, and Mark, that she hadn’t been regular with her period in the last few months. Counting down, she realized that it had been at least two months since she’d had her period.
Two months.
She tried not to panic since she’d always been regular. But then panic gave way to another feeling.
Hope.
When Mark placed the tray with some tea and toast on the table beside the chaise, her stomach lurched again and a chill swept over her body.
“You’re looking a little green,” he said and laid his hand on her forehead. “You’re not warm, just clammy. Maybe you should stay home from work today.”
“I’ll be okay. I just need to eat.” To prove her point, she grabbed the toast and took a bite. She smiled at him past the lump in her throat and the way the toast seemed to stick there, nearly choking her.
He narrowed his gaze and examined her, but nodded. “If you’re sure. I’ll see you later.”
He brushed a kiss across her forehead and rushed back into the house. A few minutes later, she caught sight of his SUV as he rounded the corner on his way to his office.
She forced down another bite of toast and a sip of the tea. It worked some magic since she was soon feeling good enough to get dressed and head to work.
The beach replenishment project she was managing was going well. As she reviewed the progress with one of the representatives of the Army Corps of Engineers, it was apparent that the project was on schedule. They’d finish restoring the beach by October, just in time for the Hurricane Sandy anniversary.
It made her proud of the work she was doing and that she was a part of helping things get back to normal along the Jersey Shore.
It was a beautiful September day and being out on the beach, supervising what was happening, was restorative. She was feeling much better by the time she left for home, but to be on the safe side, she stopped by a pharmacy and picked up a few different pregnancy tests. Stuffing her purchases into her knapsack, she hurried home, eager to take one of the tests and alleviate her worries.
But when she arrived at home, Mark had beat her there and was already making dinner.
“I’m a lucky woman,” she teased and squeezed his butt as he stood by the island in the kitchen, preparing some salad fixings.
“I see you’re feeling better,” he said and hugged her hard.
“Much better,” she admitted and snatched a cucumber slice from the cutting board.
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “How much better?”
“ Way better.”
He scooped her into his arms and almost jogged up the stairs to their bedroom.
With each
“Sure, Bridget. I’ll bring you breakfast in a second.”
She wasn’t the wilting waif type, but her stomach was so upset that she wasn’t going to argue with him about his taking care of her this morning. She went out to the garden and curled up on the chaise longue. A few seconds later, Slate scampered out from beneath a row of colorful petunias and laid down beside her, happily licking himself. His happy purr a constant vibration.
The warmth of the sun and the cat’s company chased away some of her discomfort. As she smoothed her hand across her abdomen, quieting the final topsy-turvy twists of her gut, the sunlight shimmered on the engagement ring on her finger.
She smiled at the sight of it. So much had changed for the better in just the few months they’d been together. And in the month since they’d become engaged, they’d pushed on to create the home they both wanted so much.
They’d even reached out to an agency to see what they’d eventually need to do if they decided to adopt to grow their new family.
Our new family , she thought, but in a sudden blast of insight, it occurred to her that she’d been so wrapped up in school, work, and Mark, that she hadn’t been regular with her period in the last few months. Counting down, she realized that it had been at least two months since she’d had her period.
Two months.
She tried not to panic since she’d always been regular. But then panic gave way to another feeling.
Hope.
When Mark placed the tray with some tea and toast on the table beside the chaise, her stomach lurched again and a chill swept over her body.
“You’re looking a little green,” he said and laid his hand on her forehead. “You’re not warm, just clammy. Maybe you should stay home from work today.”
“I’ll be okay. I just need to eat.” To prove her point, she grabbed the toast and took a bite. She smiled at him past the lump in her throat and the way the toast seemed to stick there, nearly choking her.
He narrowed his gaze and examined her, but nodded. “If you’re sure. I’ll see you later.”
He brushed a kiss across her forehead and rushed back into the house. A few minutes later, she caught sight of his SUV as he rounded the corner on his way to his office.
She forced down another bite of toast and a sip of the tea. It worked some magic since she was soon feeling good enough to get dressed and head to work.
The beach replenishment project she was managing was going well. As she reviewed the progress with one of the representatives of the Army Corps of Engineers, it was apparent that the project was on schedule. They’d finish restoring the beach by October, just in time for the Hurricane Sandy anniversary.
It made her proud of the work she was doing and that she was a part of helping things get back to normal along the Jersey Shore.
It was a beautiful September day and being out on the beach, supervising what was happening, was restorative. She was feeling much better by the time she left for home, but to be on the safe side, she stopped by a pharmacy and picked up a few different pregnancy tests. Stuffing her purchases into her knapsack, she hurried home, eager to take one of the tests and alleviate her worries.
But when she arrived at home, Mark had beat her there and was already making dinner.
“I’m a lucky woman,” she teased and squeezed his butt as he stood by the island in the kitchen, preparing some salad fixings.
“I see you’re feeling better,” he said and hugged her hard.
“Much better,” she admitted and snatched a cucumber slice from the cutting board.
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “How much better?”
“ Way better.”
He scooped her into his arms and almost jogged up the stairs to their bedroom.
With each
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