Knox (Chicago Blaze 4)
After that, we’re spending a week with Knox’s mom Diane in Hilton Head and a week with my dad at a ranch in Montana. Once the shelter is done, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get away for such a long trip again anytime soon.
“Are you ready to get some lunch?” I ask Knox. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah, let’s do it. I’m hungry, too.”
He takes my hand and we make our way past all the workers busily building the shelter. We leave our hard hats with the site superintendent and walk to our car, enjoying the feel of the early summer sunshine.
“So, do you know yet about…?” Knox looks down at me hopefully.
“Not yet. I mean, I still haven’t gotten my period, so it’s still very possible.”
He smiles. “You think you should take a test and see?”
“I’ve heard you can get the wrong result if it’s early.”
He wrinkles his brow. “Let’s go to the doctor, then, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
My period is a week late. And since I’ve always been regular, we’re hopeful that maybe I’m pregnant. I went off my birth control lot long after we got married, because we decided to continue our leap first, look later approach to life together.
I used to be a major planner. And in some areas, I still am. I bring handwritten grocery lists to the store and have multiple planners for keeping my appointments in.
But when it comes to life, I’m not like that anymore. Marrying Knox was the best decision I ever made. We didn’t plan or stress or ask ourselves what if?
Together, we jumped into the great unknown together. And we’ve never looked back.
“I’ll make a doctor’s appointment, then.” I give him a hopeful smile. “Maybe there’s a little Knox inside me right now.”
“Or a little Reese. With your pretty green eyes.”
“I’d be happy with either,” he says.
“So would I.”
He puts a hand on my tummy and I say a silent prayer that I really am pregnant. I can’t think of a better adventure than parenthood would be. And to do it with Knox, my publicly brooding but secretly sweet husband?
I’d be living my dream, in every possible way.