Five minutes later, we stopped outside this cute little gelato store and Phil and I walked in and ordered a serving of hazelnut crunch and salted caramel. Then we picked a tiny little booth by the window and settled in there with our ice cream. Phil put his arm around me and I tossed my legs over his lap.
“Mmm,” I said happily. “This ice cream is heaven.”
Phil laughed and kissed the top of my head. “You know, what with work and your class schedule, we haven’t had time to plan a honeymoon.”
“We’re trying to save up for our future,” I pointed out. “A honeymoon costs money.”
“I think we deserve a nice honeymoon, especially after our wedding.”
“What was wrong with our wedding?” I demanded. “It was perfect.”
“I agree completely.” Phil nodded. “But we got married at town hall with two witnesses, and we had a dinner at our apartment with fifteen guests—it was hardly extravagant. I figure we saved a lot on the wedding so that we could splurge a little on the honeymoon.”
“Hmm…you have a point.” I nodded.
“How about someplace warm, with beaches?” Phil suggested. “We could take a week off.”
“A week?” I repeated. “I’ll only get that time off three months from now.”
“Well, we’ve waited this long to go on a honeymoon… What’s a few more months?” He shrugged.
I took another spoonful of ice cream and glanced at him with a secretive little smile. “There is a small problem.”
He frowned. “What’s the problem?”
“If we’re going somewhere with a beach, I’ll have to wear a bikini,” I said, enjoying the drama of telling Phil like this. “And I’ll be showing by then. I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“I… Um… What?” Phil asked.
“By my calculations, I’ll be about five months pregnant…give or take.”
Phil stared at me for a moment and then his eyes filled with realization and I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“When did you find out?”
“I’ve suspected for about a week,” I admitted. “But I took three tests this morning, and they all came out positive. I just didn’t want to tell you before my visit to the prison.”
Phil laughed and kissed me hard on the lips. “This is amazing news.”
“You’re excited?”
“Can’t you tell?” he said, kissing me several times on the lips, cheeks, and forehead.
“I love you,” I whispered to him.
“I love you,” he whispered back.
“What do you think we’re going to have?” I asked, excited to finally talk about this with him.
“Girl, boy…it doesn’t matter to me,” Phil said. “We’re going to have a tiny little person that’s half you and half me. I mean, it can’t get better than that.”
I had to agree. It couldn’t get better than that.
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