Quinn
I make my way down the walkway to the beach and find a bench to sit on. I shoot Liam a quick text, telling him where to find me.
I have never been this nervous about anything in my life. I’m literally about to tell a man that I’m pregnant, with his baby.
I have decided that no matter what his response is, I’m going to be the best mom I can be.
I know Liam is a good guy. He’s funny, sweet, and charming. He’s the type of person who would give you the clothes off his back. He would be an amazing partner and father, but he might not want this right now. So, I’m going into this with an open mind. It’ll probably hurt if he says he doesn’t want to be a part of our lives, but we’ll be okay.
“Hey, beautiful,” I hear beside me. I look up and Liam sits down next to me. Tears are already starting to pool in my eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” He wipes a tear from my cheek.
“I have to tell you something,” I whisper through a sob. “I’m just terrified of what your response will be.”
His face falls. “It’s someone else, isn’t it?”
“No-no. I’m not seeing anyone else.”
“I know we haven’t put a label on this, but please don’t tell me you are breaking up with me already.” He looks down at the ground, cupping the back of his neck.
“That’s the last thing I want to do, Liam.” I take a deep breath.
“Whew. Well, that’s good. Because I’m not above getting on my knees right now and begging.” He laughs and I let out a soft chuckle.
“Liam, I’m pregnant.”
He bolts up out of his seat. I think he’s about to make a run for it, when he leans over and puts his hands on his knees.
“Are you sure?”
I lift my brows. “Yeah, I’m one hundred percent sure.”
“How do you know?” He stands straight and puts both of his hands on the top of his head, looking down at me.
“I’ve taken about thirty different tests over the last couple of days. I tried to make a doctor’s appointment, but they won’t see me until I’m eight weeks along.”
He nods and turns away from me, facing the beach. I sit there for what feels like an eternity, then I get up and go stand by him.
“Liam, if—”
He whips his head toward me, then bends down and says, “Are you okay, little guy?”
I push his face away from my stomach and laugh. “He or she can’t hear you yet, you big dummy.”
He smiles. “Yeah, I knew that. Psh.”
“Right.” I sigh as he just stares at me. “Look, Liam. I understand that this is a shock. I’ve been dealing with this by myself for the last couple of days. So… it’s already sunk in, kinda. I didn’t want to become a mom so quickly, but apparently, birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective. I’ve come to terms with it. You might not want to be a parent right now, and that’s perfectly okay. I’ll figure it out on my own. But if you want to be in our lives or just in the baby’s life, that’s okay too.”
He scrunches his face up, then steps toward me and cups my cheek. “Listen, I know this is quick, babe, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure we have the best life together. That is, if you want me? If not, I’ll be here for both of you regardless.”
“Of course I want you.” More tears start to fall.
“Good because like I said before, I would beg.”
We both laugh.
“, have you really made me a dad?”
I nod. “I’m pretty sure we did that together, but yes, babe, you are a dad.”
He cups both of my cheeks now. “Fuck, we’re both parents.” He pauses, then says, “So does this mean you are my woman now, baby momma?”
I slap his chest.
“Ouch.”
“Do not ever call me baby momma again.”
We both laugh.
“But is this you asking me if I want to be your girlfriend?”
He smiles. “Yeah, I am.”
“I mean, I guess since you knocked me up, I can be your girlfriend,” I tease.
He leans forward and lets out a loud laugh. “So you mean to tell me, if you weren’t carrying my baby right now, you’d say no?”
I roll my eyes. “No, I was already planning on this being a thing before I started puking my guts out.”
He cringes. “I wish you had told me sooner. I would’ve been there for you even more.”
I nod. “I know, but I was scared to tell you. I had to work up the courage.”
He looks down and places his hand over my belly. “Let me know when your doctor’s appointments are. I want to go to all of them.”
I smile. “I can do that.”
“You hungry, or is everything still making you sick?” he asks.
“I’m actually starving, but I have to pace myself.”
He nods. “Okay, let’s go get my babies some food.”
I laugh. “Okay, sounds good.”
He leans down and brushes a kiss over my lips, then links his hand through mine and leads me down the sidewalk.
I let out a breath, feeling lighter now that I told him. Everything’s going to be okay.