I don’t waste any time. With a finger poking him in his chest, I begin. “Of course you wouldn’t trust a random donut delivered to your door! And OF COURSE you would make me eat it! What do you think I am, Ryan? An amateur?” He’s rolling his eyes at how over the top I am. “HA! I’m brilliant, that's what I am. I knew you couldn’t resist one of my freshly glazed peach donuts, so I glazed this whole batch with a special concoction of Elmer's glue, water, and—”
“Orajel,” he states.
I smile deviously. “Is your tongue numb?”
“Oh yeah. Well done, June. You won this round.”
I’m so caught up in my glorious victory that I absentmindedly take another bite of my donut. It only makes it halfway down my throat when I remember how it was making my stomach recoil a minute ago. My eyes go wide, and my mouth freezes.
Ryan and Stacy both look alarmed, and they should, because I’m about to hurl on their feet. I get ready to make a break for the bathroom, but Ryan grabs a giant disposable pastry box and puts it under my chin.
Once I’m finished with it, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at a pastry box the same way again.
“I thought you said you didn’t do anything to that donut,” Ryan says while rubbing my back after I finish throwing up.
“I didn’t.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well…” I guess now is as good a time as any. “I was going to do something super cheesy and make you open a present on Christmas morning with a trophy like Stacy’s. Except yours says World’s Best Dad. But I guess this is actually more our style, telling you over a prank war.”
His eyes are wide, and I can see every gorgeous flake of gold and black, and all I can think is how excited I am to pose with him in this year’s Christmas photo instead of Douglas Fir.
“June,” Ryan says in a firm tone while cupping my face in both of his hands. “Are you trying to tell me that…that…”
I tilt my chin up to Ryan and smile. “I’m pregnant!”
THE END