Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“That thing looks like it will split you in two, I mean I know I am pretty fucking big, but that shit—baby, I don’t want you to do it.” Both me and the doctor start laughing, I can’t believe he just said that in front of him.

“Trey, this is normal, it will not cause her any damage.”

“It better not.” He swallows. “That is my favorite fucking toy, it better not get hurt.”

“Trey! Oh my God!” This time I hit him with a punch, something far more painful. How embarrassing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” I look to the doctor and he just shakes his head. My hell, I may never bring Trey again. I mean, really?

“You keep talking like that and you won’t get to see this toy for a whole week.” I might as well give back what he’s dishing.

“You’re sassy, good luck with trying to stay away from me for a week.” He tells me this while he bends, whispering the last part. Holy hell, I swear this man has no filter and no care in the world.

“You’re cut off.” I point up at him.

“Oh, that’s different,” Dr. Barrett says, catching our attention. I squeeze Trey’s hand by natural reaction, scared.

“Shayla.” He pauses to look over at me.

“Yes, what?” I rush out, what the hell is going on?

“Do you see that?” Lifting up on my elbows, I look at the screen; I see some round black spot with something small and white inside of it.

“Yes, is that another tumor?” I ask, tears ready to fall. Not again.

“No. Shayla, Trey.” He turns to look back over at us.

“That’s a baby. You’re pregnant.” Pump the brakes, put me back into orbit, did he just say I’m pregnant?

“What?” Trey and I ask in unison.

“Yes, that’s a baby. You look to be about seven or eight weeks. I guess congratulations are in order.” I look up to Trey, trying to decide if this is a dream, this feels like one. I don’t feel like I’m really here right now.

Trey’s eyes are misty, the blue more crisp. He is staring at the screen, fascinated. Lost in a trance. I need him to speak, need him to make sense of this all.

“Trey?” I question.

“You’re carrying our child?”

“I…I am…I mean.” I look down to Dr. Barrett, my eyes filled with salty tears, he looks like a blur.

“You are pregnant, we will go over a few things and prep you for mommyhood.” His smile widens, while I’m still over here not sure if this is reality or just a really sick dream that I’m going to wake from and be tortured by. God, please let this all be real.

“I will give you both a second. Shayla, feel free to get dressed, then we will talk about our plan.” I nod repeatedly. When he clears the room, I hurry and stand, getting dressed. Trey stays silent as he stumbles to the seat, falling into it.

“Trey?” I button my jeans and move to him quickly. When I reach him, I’m surprised when he pulls me into him, me between his legs and his face on my stomach.

“My baby is giving me a baby, my little woman is making me a daddy.” He kisses my stomach than inhales a long drag. My heart leaps out of my chest, my legs nearly buckle, and my stomach flutters with the good stuff.

“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe this. So, you’re happy?” Lifting my shirt up, his hands just under my breasts, he kisses my stomach.

“Are you kidding? Yes, I’m happy, fucking shocked, but so damn happy. I just want to get you home and celebrate this fucking moment with you. Just you and I.”

“Anything, I would do anything for you, Daddy,” I tease.

Shaking his head with a smile tugging at his lips, he replies. “You are gonna ruin me, even more now.”

“I plan on it, handsome.”