Epilogue
EPILOGUE
WREN
… three months later
“Shit! Shit! Shit!,” I hiss, my fingers moving quickly as I flick back through my calendar. “I’m late. I’m late, ohh, fuckballs, I’m really late,” I mumble. It’s been nearly three months since my last period. How the hell did I not notice it’s been three months? And how the hell did I not realize I’m pregnant? Well, I presume I am, but surely, you’d know if you were, right? I mean, my boobs are the same size. Looking down at my chest, I pull the top of my strapless dress out and I inspect the girls. They’re still the same size as always and I still don’t need a bra with this dress. Yes, my belly is a little plump but I put that down to a change in my diet … a diet that now has me craving PB and J sandwiches and chocolate milk at all hours of the day. “Ohhh fuckballs, I’m pregnant.”
“Honey, I’m home,” Stefan sings out while I sit here in our home office at my desk freaking the fuck out.
“In here,” I shout and a few moments later my husband appears in the doorway. Leaning against the doorframe, he crosses his arms and ankles. He really is good-looking, I think to myself as my eyes roam over him. He’s in dark sweatpants—hello, my kryptonite—and a Legends tight fitting tee. The material clings to his muscular arms and chest. Biting my bottom lip, I hold in the moan that wants to slip out.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna be forced to bend you over your desk and fuck you six ways till Sunday.”
Shaking my head, I grin at the picture he just played out … a picture that happens quite often in this room. Then I begin to wonder if it was one of those times that led to me being in this predicament. I look into his eyes and the teasing look that was on his face evaporates when he takes in my expression. “Wren, babe, what’s wrong?” He pushes off the frame and walks over to me. Spinning my chair around, he drops down to his knees in front of me and rests his hands on my thighs.
My mouth opens and closes but no words come out.
“Wren, you’re scaring me.”
“IthinkI’mpregnant.” Those four words whoosh out of my mouth in a jumbled flowing one-worded mess.
“Huh?”
Taking a deep breath, I calmly utter those four words, well, five words, because I add his name this time. “Stefan, I think I’m pregnant.”
I’m met with silence.
Stefan sits between my legs, blinking rapidly and not saying anything. All I can hear is the beating of my heart. It echoes in my ears as I stare down at my mute husband. Then I start thinking of that time with her and wonder if he’ll be happy like he was back then.
Stefan and I have come so far since then. Sure, we’ve discussed kids in passing, but we never really discussed-discussed the topic. Going by his reaction, well non-reaction, I’m guessing this is not what he wants right now. Shit, he’s going to leave me ’cause I’m pregnant, and I’ll be a homeless single mom.
“Wren,” he shouts my name and then I realize, while I was internally freaking out, he’s been speaking to me.
“Sorry, I missed that, what did you say?”
“I said, how far along are you?”
“I … ummm, I’m not sure.” He looks quizzically at me. “I haven’t taken a test.”
“Then how do you know you’re pregnant?”
“I … ummm, I was looking back in my diary and noticed when I marked my last period and, I … umm, then thought about it, and I, ummm, it’s been three months.”
“So you don’t know for sure?”
“I … ummm, no, not for sure.”
He nods and then, without saying a word, stands up and exits the office. Then I hear the front door open and close. A few moments later his car starts and he backs out of the driveway, gunning it down the street.
Sitting here, my body becomes numb and my eyes well with tears. I can’t believe he just drove off. I thought he’d be excited or at least yell. I didn’t expect him to just leave. Standing up, I walk out of my office and head to the front porch, my happy place.
Dropping down to the top step, I bring my knees up to my chest and hug them. The first tear falls, and I silently sit here and sob. Dropping my head to my knees, I cry and cry. I’m so lost in my grief that I startle when a hand touches my shoulder.
Lifting my head up, I squint into the afternoon light and when my eyes focus, I gasp.
“Wren, babe?—”
“You left,” I whisper.
“Huh?” he questions, and I get a sense of déjà vu from earlier in my office.
“You left,” I repeat.
“I left to get these.” He lifts a bag with the logo from the pharmacy around the corner.
“But you left without saying anything. You left and I thought…”
“Babe, no.” He shakes his head and drops down next to me. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side. “I’m sorry I did that, but it was not what I expected to hear when I got home earlier and I got all excited. I just want to know if we are.”
“But what if I am?”
“Then we’ll have a baby.”
“But—”
“Nope, no buts, Wren.”
“You remembered,” I joke.
“Trust me. I’m not going there … ever. You bucking back and slamming your head into my nose is enough of a reminder that the butt is a no-go zone with you.” Stefan and I were doing it doggy style one night, and he tried to slip his finger into my ass. My butt is a one-way zone, and that way is out, not in. In shock, I reared back and my head connected with his nose. There was blood everywhere, and Stefan was sporting a black eye for a week after the incident. “Anal aside, Wren, we’ll deal with this together but trust me when I tell you, I cannot wait to have a baby with you. Seeing your belly grow with our child is going to be amazing, and you’re going to be an awesome mother.”
“Stefan,” I cry. Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “You continually amaze me.”
“What can I say, I’m pretty awesome.”
“And there’s the douche I first fell in love with.”
He shrugs. “How about we head inside and you can pee on a stick and we’ll find out for sure if I managed to get one past the goalie?”
“And they say romance is dead,” I say with a laugh.
He just smirks.
Standing up, he offers me his hand and he pulls me up. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me in for a hug. “I love you, Wren.”
“I love you too.”
We share a quick kiss and then he lifts me into his arms and bridal style, he walks us inside and into our bedroom. He crosses the room into the en suite before placing me on my feet. Reaching into the bag, he pulls out three different boxes. “I didn’t know what to get so I grabbed the first three I saw.”
Looking at the boxes, I laugh. “Well, this one is an ovulation test, so that’s out.”
“Okay, so, do we go. Box A or Box B?”
“B,” I tell him.
“B for baby,” he says, and I smile that he was thinking what I was thinking. Opening the box, he pulls the stick out and hands it to me. He leans against the vanity and stares at me expectantly.
“Ummm, what are you doing?”
“Waiting to see if I’m a dad.”
“I’m not doing this in front of you.”
“Babe, you pee in here while I’m in the shower. This is no different.” He raises his hand to stop me. “Pee. I’m not leaving.”
Shaking my head, I try and hold back my smile, but I do as he’s demanded and I pee on the stick while he watches me. Placing the test on the floor, I wipe, and pull my pants up. After flushing, I wash my hands and when I look in the mirror, I notice Stefan is staring at me. There is nothing but love and admiration reflecting at me. He pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry for freaking out,” I mumble.
“I’m sorry for not telling you where I was going.”
Lifting my head, I look up at my husband and realize that no matter what, we’ll be fine. Gripping his cheeks in my palms, I press my lips to his. He licks into my mouth and what started as a soft kiss quickly turns heated.
Stefan slides his hands down my back and cups my ass. Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He spins us around and rests my ass on the edge of the vanity. He massages my breasts and I moan into the kiss. Ripping the top of my dress down, he exposes my chest and quickly covers my tits with his mouth and hands.
“Yes,” I mewl, grinding myself on his growing erection.
Slipping my hands between us, I try to pull his sweats down but there’s not much room to move so he steps back, allowing me to push his pants down and expose his dick. His beautiful dick. From the corner of my eye, I spot the test on the mat by the toilet. “Shit, the test,” I state.
“Shit,” Stefan hisses.
Turning his head, he looks at the test and I lean forward. Even from my spot on the vanity, I can clearly see the pink positive sign, waving its sparkly jazz hands at us.
“We’re pregnant,” I utter. “We’re having a baby.”
Moving my eyes from the test to Stefan, I see him smiling and I’ve never seen his smile so bright. He turns his attention to me and somehow, his smile widens. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
Words elude me so I just nod in agreement. He slams his lips to mine, kissing the life out of me. Slipping his hands under my ass, he lifts me off the vanity and walks out of the bathroom with me in his arms. He lowers me to the bed and pushes me down. Lifting my dress up, he situates himself between my thighs and cups my stomach. “Hey, baby, it’s your daddy. I love you and your mom more than I love hockey. I cannot wait to teach you all the things, but most of all, I cannot wait to hold you in my arms and love you forever.”
He presses a kiss to my stomach and I realize, I had no reason to worry. Then we finish what we started in the en suite earlier.
Life is a game and I’ve just scored the ultimate goal, the unconditional love of my husband and a baby.
The Pucking End!!!!!!!!!!!!