Our Totally, Ridiculous, Made-Up Christmas Relationship
It’s not long before we hear a screaming baby through the walkie-talkie sitting on the coffee table, and Sally steps in our direction to attend to her now four month-old baby boy.
“Don’t worry, Sally. We’ll check on him.” Kayden takes my hand and leads me to the back bedroom. Baby Cole is crying his eyes out, and I lift him from his crib, snuggling his body against mine.
“He’s so little,” I whisper, rocking him back and forth. Kayden grins without replying and slides his hands into his jeans pockets. Cringing from the sound of falling pots, I glance out the bedroom door. “It’s going well, right? I mean, Grandma’s drunk. Dad’s smoking a cigar with Steve already. That’s good,
right?” I run my fingers through my hair, muttering my thoughts out loud. “Lisa and Mom could be pretty dangerous in the kitchen. Let’s just say they aren’t the best around that area. And…”
“You’re rambling. Everyone’s going to have a wonderful time. And if not, well…I hid a bottle of whiskey under the bathroom cupboard.” Kayden walks over to me and rubs his hands up and down my shoulders. I can’t help but relax when I feel his touch. Baby Cole is relaxing, too, falling back to sleep in my arms.
“Oh,” I shake my head back and forth, and lay Cole back into his crib. “I can’t drink.” Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a pregnancy test and watch Kayden’s eyes widen in shock as he grabs the test from my hands.
“You were carrying a pee stick in your back pocket this whole time?” He questions, smiling at the positive sign on the stick.
“Yeah…is that weird and gross?”
“Sooo weird and gross. So, you’re pregnant? Right now? We’re pregnant?”
“Sooo pregnant.” I smirk as he places the pregnancy test down. Then he wraps an arm around my lower back, pulling me closer to him. Baby Cole starts crying again, but to tell you the truth it’s the perfect backdrop noise for this moment in time. It’s a beautiful, life-changing sound that’s a welcomed gift to our lives.
“Well, look what we have here.” Kayden points above us to the invisible mistletoe. Our lips have not yet touched, but our hearts are already so deeply entwined. “I love you, my Sunshine.”
“I love you, too.”
He lips brush against mine, and I am absolutely crazy about the simplicity of the kiss. It’s perfect, it’s real, and it’s ours.
It’s almost ridiculous how real we are, but I’m totally okay with that.
The End.