Or maybe twelve.
However many babies Sofia would let me put inside her belly, I planned on doing exactly that. I’d do it tomorrow if she let me. Hell, I’d do it right now.
I’d probably have to enlist Matson’s help on the baby front since Sofia seemed a little skittish. Having your first child all by yourself probably wasn’t the best memory for someone to have. But every day, I remembered how excited Matson got when he met my brothers that night at the hospital, and all I’d wanted since then was to give him siblings of his own.
Our future was crystal clear in my head, and waiting for it to start was sheer torture.
“I just want to start our life,” I complained to Sofia almost daily.
“It’s already started, babe,” she’d tell me every time. “We’re in it. This is our life. It’s begun.”
And I knew she was right, but it was the rest of it that I wanted— the wedding, the babies, being husband and wife. All the other things that I envisioned and planned for in the future, I wanted them right now.
No one said I was a patient man.
“Uh, Ryan?” Sofia said in a strained voice.
I spun around, and when I saw how pale she looked, I rushed to her side. “What’s the matter? Are you sick? You don’t look okay.”
She shoved a white stick at me, and I stared down at it. Pregnant showed in the tiny oval screen.
My breath left my body as my heart thumped. All rational thoughts exited my head before coming back. I picked her up and swung her around, planting kisses all over her face before gently placing her back down.
“You’re h
appy?” she asked, sounding absolutely terrified.
“Happy? I’m ecstatic, angel!”
“Really?”
“Hell yes! If I would’ve known you could get pregnant despite your birth control, I would’ve tried a lot harder.”
Sofia swatted at me, her worry flitting away, leaving a huge smile on her face.
I guessed I wouldn’t have to wait for our future to begin, after all. Sofia was right . . . we were in it. It was happening. And it was happening exactly how I wanted it to.
Right now.
The End