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Chapter Eight
RONE
My heart beat like a drum in my chest. “You’re pregnant, as in we're going to have a baby?”
“Yes.” Cammie’s demeanor went from mild frustration to joy. She giggled at me and gave me a hug. “We’re having a baby.”
She laughed again. I could feel my mouth stretching into a wide, lopsided grin. “This is the best news.” I held Cammie to me as I looked at the test again and again.
My mate was pregnant. I was going to be a father.
I had no words to describe my joy. Cammie had already given me the universe when she bonded with me. Now she was going to give me a child.
How would we raise our child? Would they be adventurous? A soldier like me or tactful and charming like Cammie?
I was getting ahead of myself. We didn’t even know how far along the baby was developing. I looked down at Cammie’s stomach. Where I used to be sure of myself, now I was nervous as I reached out to touch her lower abdomen. “You’re showing a little.”
“I am, now that you mention it.” She put her hand over mine. “At first, I thought all the symptoms were from being on the road. Or whatever the space travel equivalent of that is.”
“We have to visit the clinic.”
“Now? But it’s nighttime.”
“A medic is always on duty. If you’re showing already, that means you’ve been pregnant for a while. Am I correct?” I discovered at that moment, to my embarrassment, I knew very little about how humans carried children.
“I have to admit I’m anxious.” Cammie bit her lip. “This is exactly my first rodeo.”
“I struggle to understand. Is that another popular phrase on your planet?”
She gave a nervous laugh. “It means this is all new to me.”
“Me, too.” I wanted to bring her close. Instead, I kept my arms at my sides.
She saw my arms twitch. “Are you good there?”
“I wanted to put my arms around you, but you might fragile now.”
“I don’t feel fragile. I feel like myself, just a more bloated and nauseous version.”
“There has to be something you can take to feel better.”
“That strawberry fizzy drink in the vending machines downstairs helps a lot.”
“I will have a whole case of it brought to you. But first, the clinic.” I began to charge a path to the door, then halted. “Should I carry you to the elevator?”
“I think I'm capable of walking but thank you.” She reached up and plucked one last piece of cabinet plaster from my horns.
