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to smile past his concern, I feel awful for what I'm about to tell him.
"Sorry…" my voice is breaking up. The truth is so huge and arrives with an alarming fear. What will he want me to do about this if it's true? "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, Caleb."
He looks at me, eye to eye, "What is it? You're scaring me."
"I didn't plan this, I swear. I only just realized what's going on with me." I take his hand in mine, "Caleb, I think I'm being sick because I might be pregnant."
He is silent for a minute, while I watch how the news alters his facial features as it travels from his ears, spins around his mind, and finally blurts out from his mouth, "What, Em? Pregnant?"
He slumps to his butt, as though weighed down by the sheer magnitude of the news.
All I can do is nod and hold back tears, tears of exactly which type of emotion isn't clear—joy, anxiety, terror?
All of the above?
I mean, I'm twenty-two, finally studying to be a teacher at college and in love with the love of my life.
Am I too young, too busy for this?
Is Caleb ready for this?
Will a baby change us for the better or shatter the perfect relationship we've built?
"Yes, pregnant."
He wipes my tears away while his fall to the floor at my feet.
As the fear of losing him, of this ruining everything we have grabs my throat, his legendary grin swallows up his face and settles my anxieties, "Do you enjoy making me tremble? Look at my hands."
He holds one hand out to show me, and we watch it shudder for a moment before he kneels up and pulls me into his arms.
Softly he kisses my neck and works his way over my face, whispering, "I love you, I love you."
Deep gaze to deep gaze, we hold our breath for a silent time of thought before he asks, "Can't believe I'm saying this, but can we keep him? I mean, do you want to keep him?"
The expression on his face screams, 'I love you and the baby you're carrying.' If I weren't already sitting, this kind of expression would knock me off my feet.
I'll never forget it.
Propelled by an avalanche of emotion, the words shoot from my mouth in a sob, "You mean it?"
Resting one hand on my tummy, his eyes widen, "Of course I do. Let's do this, Em. We can do this."
I take some tissue from the roll and blow my nose, reality still trying to sink in, "What if he's a she?"
"All the better." He takes some tissue and does the same, "She'll be like you."
I allow myself to smile, but sigh audibly, and I'm not sure why. The emotion flying around inside me is almost oppressive, but not unwelcome, "Wow, this is…"
"Okay, look," he presses a finger to my lips. "I meant to do this later on today. Tonight actually, in front of all your friends. Good people should share in such an event. But hey, we're in the bathroom and the room smells of vomit, but who cares." He inhales, positively glowing, "It's not a problem and—"
I move his finger from my lips, "What are you talking about, Caleb? My head's already in a spin, I can't…I'm not sure what's going on here."
Is this baby brain?
"I'm not trying to confuse you." He wipes my hair from a tear and sweat sodden face. "Don't you get it? I'm trying to propose."
"Propose what?" Oh, he's…Almost swallowing my tongue, I blurt, "Freaking yikes!"
Nervously, he pulls out a small box from his back pocket and my heart takes up residence in the back of my throat.
"This was my mother's engagement ring from my father. If it doesn't fit, we can get it altered for you—if you'll do me the honor of becoming my wife, that is."
The ring is a platinum single solitaire surrounded by tiny white freshwater pearls. He slides it on my finger and although it's a fraction too big, it's perfect otherwise. "I don't know what to say."
"Oh?" His forehead forms the deepest frown I think I've ever seen, and the outer edges of his eyes droop. "So you don't—?"
"No, of course…but were you going to do this anyway, before the baby news? Were you going to ask me to…?"
"Marry me? Yes, as long as I didn't wimp out
"Sorry…" my voice is breaking up. The truth is so huge and arrives with an alarming fear. What will he want me to do about this if it's true? "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, Caleb."
He looks at me, eye to eye, "What is it? You're scaring me."
"I didn't plan this, I swear. I only just realized what's going on with me." I take his hand in mine, "Caleb, I think I'm being sick because I might be pregnant."
He is silent for a minute, while I watch how the news alters his facial features as it travels from his ears, spins around his mind, and finally blurts out from his mouth, "What, Em? Pregnant?"
He slumps to his butt, as though weighed down by the sheer magnitude of the news.
All I can do is nod and hold back tears, tears of exactly which type of emotion isn't clear—joy, anxiety, terror?
All of the above?
I mean, I'm twenty-two, finally studying to be a teacher at college and in love with the love of my life.
Am I too young, too busy for this?
Is Caleb ready for this?
Will a baby change us for the better or shatter the perfect relationship we've built?
"Yes, pregnant."
He wipes my tears away while his fall to the floor at my feet.
As the fear of losing him, of this ruining everything we have grabs my throat, his legendary grin swallows up his face and settles my anxieties, "Do you enjoy making me tremble? Look at my hands."
He holds one hand out to show me, and we watch it shudder for a moment before he kneels up and pulls me into his arms.
Softly he kisses my neck and works his way over my face, whispering, "I love you, I love you."
Deep gaze to deep gaze, we hold our breath for a silent time of thought before he asks, "Can't believe I'm saying this, but can we keep him? I mean, do you want to keep him?"
The expression on his face screams, 'I love you and the baby you're carrying.' If I weren't already sitting, this kind of expression would knock me off my feet.
I'll never forget it.
Propelled by an avalanche of emotion, the words shoot from my mouth in a sob, "You mean it?"
Resting one hand on my tummy, his eyes widen, "Of course I do. Let's do this, Em. We can do this."
I take some tissue from the roll and blow my nose, reality still trying to sink in, "What if he's a she?"
"All the better." He takes some tissue and does the same, "She'll be like you."
I allow myself to smile, but sigh audibly, and I'm not sure why. The emotion flying around inside me is almost oppressive, but not unwelcome, "Wow, this is…"
"Okay, look," he presses a finger to my lips. "I meant to do this later on today. Tonight actually, in front of all your friends. Good people should share in such an event. But hey, we're in the bathroom and the room smells of vomit, but who cares." He inhales, positively glowing, "It's not a problem and—"
I move his finger from my lips, "What are you talking about, Caleb? My head's already in a spin, I can't…I'm not sure what's going on here."
Is this baby brain?
"I'm not trying to confuse you." He wipes my hair from a tear and sweat sodden face. "Don't you get it? I'm trying to propose."
"Propose what?" Oh, he's…Almost swallowing my tongue, I blurt, "Freaking yikes!"
Nervously, he pulls out a small box from his back pocket and my heart takes up residence in the back of my throat.
"This was my mother's engagement ring from my father. If it doesn't fit, we can get it altered for you—if you'll do me the honor of becoming my wife, that is."
The ring is a platinum single solitaire surrounded by tiny white freshwater pearls. He slides it on my finger and although it's a fraction too big, it's perfect otherwise. "I don't know what to say."
"Oh?" His forehead forms the deepest frown I think I've ever seen, and the outer edges of his eyes droop. "So you don't—?"
"No, of course…but were you going to do this anyway, before the baby news? Were you going to ask me to…?"
"Marry me? Yes, as long as I didn't wimp out
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