Page 117 of House of BS & Lies
Mable chuckled. “It’s okay. With that storm on the way, and the wedding getting canceled, I had a lot of food that would be going to waste anyway.”
I dropped a kiss to her head. “How are you feeling?”
She sighed. “Like I’m going to throw up.”
I winced. “Just a few more weeks.”
“You know that’s a lie.” She sighed. “With Louisa, the morning sickness lasted until I was eight months.”
“Maybe it’ll follow the pregnancy books this time,” I replied hopefully.
She looked up, resting her head on my forearm that was along her shoulder blades, and made eye contact with me. “I’m convinced it’s your sperm that’s creating this havoc inside of me. We should’ve known better than to play with fire.”
Two months ago, Mable had a sinus infection that caused her to need antibiotics. Since we weren’t ready for more kids just yet, we’d been careful. But with the trouble we had getting pregnant with Louisa, we’d thought that it was likely impossible to just get pregnant again.
So we hadn’t prepared. And a few weeks later when that pregnancy test had indicated that it was, indeed, possible to get pregnant while taking antibiotics and being on birth control, while simultaneously having fertility issues…we decided it was fate.
God had wanted this little baby in our lives, just like he’d wanted Louisa in our lives.
These babies of mine. This woman of mine.
This life of mine.
It was meant to be.
This was my reward for being dealt the shitty hand in my previous life.
I got it all. The house. The kids. The love. The happiness.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Mable asked quietly.
“You.” I tapped the tip of her nose. “I love you, Mable.”
Her smile was soft as she replied, “I love you, too, Romeo.”
