Tempting Perfection

Thinking it might be the venue in New York calling to confirm the change in layout of the stage, I said, “Oh, would you mind grabbing it for me? It’s plugged in in our bedroom on the nightstand.”

“Sure!”

Unable to stand it any longer, I grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite. Fire burst across my tongue. “Hot! Hot! Hot!”

Son of a bitch.

I spit it out and fanned my tongue as Kurt chuckled. “You would think you hadn’t eaten in ages.”

Around my burning tongue, I mumbled, “Shut it. I blame you.” I continued to wave at my tongue to cool it off.

Lana came back into the living area holding a piece of paper. Something was off about her face as she stared at it. “I saw this on the nightstand. I wasn’t snooping, but I can’t pretend I didn’t see it.”

What does she have? I kept waving at my tongue. It was burned to a crisp.

She turned around the ultrasound picture of the baby, and I brought my tongue back in my mouth. Oh shit.

“Kurt?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, his eyes wide.

We were frozen and apparently unable to speak. This was uncharted territory for us.

“Is this a baby?” she asked tentatively, her eyes shifting to my stomach.

Oh double shit. I felt like we had done something naughty as I stared at the ultrasound picture.

“Yeah,” we answered in unison, sounding guilty as hell.

Lana raised her eyebrow. “Am I going to get anything else besides ‘Yeah’?”

I had no idea what came over me, but I pointed a finger. “It’s his fault!”

“I think it took two,” Kurt quipped back with a raised eyebrow.

I pushed all the blame off me. “You’re the one claiming to have super sperm!”

“Because they broke through your birth control and a condom and got you pregnant.” His arms were out to the side, his whole demeanor exuding “Duh.”

Bingo. Victory is mine. “So, that makes it your fault I’m pregnant.”

Lana burst out laughing. “My word. You two are perfect for each other.”

I stuck out my tongue at Kurt, and he rolled his eyes. Lana turned the picture back around and looked at it. “I’m going to be a grandmother?”

The awe in her voice brought me up as Kurt pulled me to him, his hands covering my abdomen.

Kurt answered, “Yes, you are. Sawyer’s eight weeks, and she’s due August twenty-first.”

“I’m going to be a grandmother.” She looked up with tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe it. I…this…” Lana seemed to be taking it well.

“You aren’t upset?” I asked tentatively.

“Why would I be upset?” A look of confusion passed over her face, and her brow furrowed.

“Umm…we just started dating and I’m pregnant.”

Kurt coughed. “Super sperm.”