Oh god, scared couldn't cover what I was feeling in this moment. Would he leave me? Would he want me to get rid of it? How was I supposed to tell a traveling band member that I was pregnant with his child? I had no clue why I was thinking this in the first place, I mean we had been dating for two years now.
I sat down on the couch and sighed as I put my head in my hands. Balz would be home in an hour so I had an hour to tell him about what would happen in seven months.
I stood up and walked to the kitchen to make chicken wings as I usually did when he came home from tour. The moment I finished, Balz walked through the door with his suitcase.
"Hey babe." He smiled then kissed my cheek.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Something wrong?" He asked as he put his bag down.
"Just got some news." I replied.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.
"I uh, I'm pregnant." I replied.
His jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"You're-you're pregnant?" He asked.
I nodded with my hand on my arm. He hugged me tightly and freckled my face in kisses.
"That's awesome! I can't wait! How far along are you?" He asked.
"Two months." I replied.
A grin came to his face.
"I was honestly scared to tell you." I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"You tour a lot and I wasn't sure what you'd think." I replied.
"Oh no, we can always bring the baby along with us if you're okay with that." He smiled and kissed my cheek.
I smiled with a nod.
"Alright, let's eat, the baby momma is hungry." I said and handed him a plate of wings.