No no no. This could not be happening. It had to be wrong. It just had to be. You take another test from the box. A while later, and the result remains the same. You throw the box at the bathroom wall. Josh was going to flip. How did this even happen? You were always safe. Dammit. He was going to walk, you could just feel it. The panic rising up inside you was not helped by the sound of him arriving home.
“Babe! I'm home” He called upstairs, and you let out a frightened squeak, grabbing the tests and the box, trying to find a place to hide them. Shit. You shoved them quickly in the bin, frantically throwing some toilet paper in after them so they weren't visible.
“I'm just in the bathroom” You called out, hearing your own voice sounded awfully high pitched.
“Are you alright?” He asked, cautiously
“Fine, why?” You tried sounding nonchalant. Fail.
“Okay, just checking” He said, defensively. You gently banged your head against the wall in frustration.
You smell pasta cooking in the kitchen when you arrive at the foot of the stairs, your stomach in knots. Your legs can barely carry you forward, but you know you'd rather tell him now, than wait and worry.
“Josh” You begin, gently.
“I made pasta for dinner” He says absently, moving pots about on the cooker
“Josh” You try again
“I know, I know” He pulls a face imitating you “It's not your favourite” he rolls his eyes “but there wasn't much else” You shake your head, getting frazzled.
“Josh! Will you listen to me?” You cry out, and he turns in shock
“What's wrong?” He speaks in with a deadly tone, like you're about to tell him you've committed a murder.
“Sit down” You attempt to relax him
“No, I don't wanna sit down, just tell me” His eyes are wide with fear and you swallow hard
“Well, okay, might as well just... say it...I'm...we're...pregnant” You finally say, closing your eyes to avoid his anger. When you open your eyes, he's still got the same expression as he did when you closed them. You lean forward, searching his face for a sign that he was still alive. His mouth falls partially open
“What?” He says, almost incredulously.
“I'm pregnant” You say again
“Pregnant? But...how?” He says, falling into a seat
“Um... do I really need to have the talk with you Josh?” You shift your eyes in confusion
“No no, I just...wow” His hand flicks through his hair.
“Are you angry?” You ask, as carefully as you can
“Angry?” He looks so shocked “Why would I be angry? I'm ecstatic” He begins to grin
“What?!” You nearly fall off your seat
“I can't wait, babe” He moves around to where you sit and rests his hand on your stomach.
-8 months later-
The smell of your apartment is a welcome change from the maternity ward. You walk in holding your daughters teddy, and once again, nearly break down in tears. Josh closely follows, carrying your new baby daughter.
“Here we are sweetie” He says to her “and mummy said that daddy couldn't get you home in one piece” He mocks “Silly mummy” He rolls his eyes, making the most adorable faces at Rose.
“What's wrong?” He quickly looks scared, seeing the tears forming in your eyes
“Nothing at all” You assure him, wiping them away “Just happy we're all home” You smile, wandering over to kiss your babies head, before kissing Josh.
