Wright that Got Away (Wright)

“Actually, I wanted to tell you something.”

“More important than a quickie before my set?” he joked.

“You tell me.”

I pulled out a pregnancy test from my pocket and held it out to him. His jaw dropped, and he looked up at me with hopeful eyes.

We’d been trying to get pregnant almost since the moment we’d gotten married that wild weekend in Vegas. But it hadn’t been as easy as it had been that fateful night when we were eighteen and stupid. That had all changed today.

“Babe,” he whispered, “is this…”

He looked down at the two pink lines that confirmed what he thought.

“I’m pregnant,” I told him.

He jumped back up and slung me around in an excited circle. “Oh my God, finally. God, I love you.” He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. He was near to tears when he finally put me back on my feet. “I can’t wait to start our family.”

I took his hand. “We’ve already had a family for the last year. We’re just adding one more.”

He dropped to his knees and kissed my stomach. “I am the luckiest man in the world. And I can’t wait to meet you in there.”

I laughed and pulled him in for another kiss. We were expanding our family in the best way possible. And I just couldn’t wait.

I might have been the one that got away.

But now, I was just the one.