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With him, it will always be worth it.
By the time we come together, we are a sweaty mess. Our bodies lay in a heap on the bed, the sheets tangled under us.
I let out a contented sigh.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he says, running a finger along my cheek.
I smile, nuzzling into him. “I wanted to talk to you about something, and your mouth distracted me. That seems to happen a lot.”
“It’s not my fault, I find you irresistible.” He grins.
“Yeah, I guess I can’t blame you for that,” I tease him.
He kisses my nose and pulls back to meet my gaze. “What did you want to talk about? I promise to not distract you this time.”
I lean in to press a kiss to his lips then slide off the bed.
“Hey, I said I’d not distract you, not that you could leave the bed.”
I giggle as I walk into the bathroom. “Patience, my good man, patience.” Plus, I need a minute to gather my courage here. I grab the blue and white piece of plastic off the counter and turn to find him in the doorway, watching me.
“I guess…I need to double check—get confirmation from a doctor, but…” I trail off as he comes to me, taking my hand in his to look at the pregnancy test. I bite my lip. I hadn’t meant for this to happen, but then, we haven’t done much to keep it from happening.
“You’re pregnant?” His eyes move from the test to my face then back.
“Ye-yes.”
We’ve never discussed having kids or moving forward into that kind of relationship. I’m happy to have a baby, his baby, but I am also scared. I’m forty-one. Things are a lot different when you’re older.
“A baby…” He picks me up and spins me around. “A baby! Fuck yes!” He sets me on my feet and kisses me hard.
I melt into him. The worry I had earlier is gone. We can—will do this. Together as a family.
Epilogue
Ian
Nine Months Later
There are days in one’s life that just cannot match anything. They are over the top, emotional—absolutely perfect.
I thought I had that on the day Tori and I got married.
I never imagined today would be much more. The second the nurse put my daughter in my arms, I fell apart. I’ve only cried a few times in my life: when my parents passed away, when I lost my grandpa…and today. These tears though, were full of love, happiness, and a gratitude I could never imagine.
Sitting beside my wife, I lean over and press a kiss to her temple. She now holds our baby girl. Her little fingers curl around my finger. It’s been a long day, and we are exhausted. Tori had a great pregnancy. She was considered a ‘geriatric’ pregnancy, but she was healthy. The doctor assured us the whole way through the last thirty-nine and a half weeks that all was good.
And it has been.
Marilyn Grisham was born at 4:37a.m. She weighed in at 7.2 pounds and is 18.5 inches long. Her eyes are blue, and she has a full head of brown hair. She is her mama’s mini me already.
I look up as the room door opens. A moment later, Michael and the grandparents come in. Micheal has a teddy bear in one hand and a gift bag in another. The mylar balloons attached to it say, “It’s a Girl” and “Welcome”. I chuckle.
“Mommy, can I hold her? Please! I won’t drop her, I promise.”
“You can go sit on the couch, and Ian will bring her to you.”
I take the baby from her and move to sit beside him. This gives Jenni and Christopher a moment with Tori.
