Kaden
Chapter seventy-two
Now, I know what everyone is thinking. Did I tamper with my wife’s birth control?
I’ll keep the answer short and sweet. No.
Which is what makes this even more of a whirlwind. Ultimately, I decided to leave the decision up to her, but it seems nature had other plans. I can’t say I’m angry with the outcome. Not in the slightest.
I’m a sick fuck who’s overjoyed that his wife is pregnant, and I didn’t have to resort to fucking with her medication. It really is a miracle, and I can only sit smugly beside her bed as the ultrasound tech gels the vaginal wand.
“Deep breath,” the tech instructs.
Melody obeys, her hand tightening around mine as the device is inserted inside of her. Her face twists into discomfort, and I nearly stop the medical professional and tell her to fuck right off.
Until we hear it.
It’s a quick pattering sound, like a hummingbird. We both stop with bated breath as the tech situates the handle before pointing at the machine’s screen. “There’s your baby. Healthy and measuring in at six weeks.”
Melody gasps, lifting her fingers to her lips before her eyes flicker to me. “After our wedding…”
I nod. “That’s our baby. I think.” I tilt my head, squinting at the small sac on the screen.
She giggles before her head rears. “Oh, that feels weird with that thing inside of me…”
The tech withdraws the wand, wiping down her station before wheeling her machine out of the room. We sit in stunned, happy silence before my wife’s head whips around to me.
“I haven’t been to the gyno in over a year.”
I scowl at her. “I’m calling as soon as we get home.”
She groans, scrubbing a hand down her face. “You’re going to be unbearable, aren’t you?”
I chuckle before sobering. “Yes.”
“No hesitation.” She deadpans.
“I have two people to look out for now,” I mutter as I kiss her neck sweetly. “I’m going to be the most unbearable—”
“Oh, my god.”
“Yes,” I continue solemnly, “the most unbearable, overprotective, vitamin-buying, pillow-fluffing—”
“That actually doesn’t sound too bad,” she considers. “Throw in some foot massages, and I may tolerate you for nine months.”
“Tolerate,” I scoff playfully, pressing an offended hand to my chest. “I am the father of your child.”
“And the bane of my existence,” she giggles.
I chuckle along with her, shaking my head as everything falls into place. I’m in a hospital with the love of my life, the mother of my child, and my whole world. I never knew that existence could be so…peaceful.
When I’m old and time has worn me thin, this is the place I’ll return to in my dreams. From the very first day I met Melody, she had me wrapped around her finger—and I’ve never been prouder to call her mine.
It doesn’t matter how long the road was or how many battles we faced along the way, because in the end, we didn’t let anything stand between us. For once in my life, the world isn’t painted in muted shades of gray. It’s warm. It’s bright. It’s alive.
All because I fell irrevocably in love with Melody.