Bain loved her enthusiasm and her positivity. She was a breath of fresh air in his life.
“One line we get to try again. Two lines, we did it.” She squeezed his hand, and he held her just as tightly. This was their moment, and he hoped more than anything that he had given her what she wanted.
He wanted it, too.
A life with her, a family, a baby. His chest tightened at the thought, and for a split second he panicked that something was wrong with him. What if he couldn’t give her what she wanted? What if he was a screw-up because of everything that happened to him?
“Oh my God!” She screamed. “Two lines. We’re pregnant, Bain. We’re pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!”
She threw herself into his arms, and she began to cry. These were not tears of sadness; they were tears of joy. It was as if all the pain she’d held onto from her miscarriage had been healed by this one moment, this new beginning.
They were going to be parents. He was going to be a father.
The monsters in his past would stay there. He was going to be the best damn father and husband in the world.
“I love you, Scarlett.”
“I love you, too. This doesn’t mean we can’t keep practicing though.” She winked at him.
Bain shook his head, lifting her up, he carried her toward his bed. “Nope. Not going to happen. This dick is out of commission until the doctor says otherwise. For the next few months, be prepared to be pampered and waited on.”
She giggled. “So I get to live like normal then seeing as you do that now?”
He chuckled. “I’m the luckiest man having you.”
“No, Bain, I’m lucky, because you’re the best person I know.”
The End