Chapter Eleven
W e were having a baby.
"Oh my God," I whispered hoarsely, my hand trembling beneath Jacob's. When I looked up at him and caught the full on smile that was lighting up his face, I kinda forgot about the IV, the hospital bed, and pretty much everything except the need to get in his arms. The machines started beeping wildly and pain sizzled in my arm where the needle was still lodged.
"You just told me our lives have changed forever and I just want to hold you," I pouted, reality keeping me tethered to the ground. I didn't want to be reminded that this news was discovered because I had to be hospitalized. I wanted to stay in this place of shock and awe; where so much love filled me up that I didn't think I'd ever stop smiling.
Jacob swept the curls across my forehead and pressed his lips to my temple. "Scoot over."
I wrenched the handrail up on my right and shimmied my hips over. I raised my eyebrows in amusement as he tried to fit his tall, muscular frame in the tiny space beside me. He couldn't have been remotely comfortable with his feet dangling off the edge and his body folded like an accordion. There wasn't any discomfort to be seen or the clenched teeth annoyance of someone that was just grinning and bearing it. I was pressed against the rail, watching love, excitement, and something else ripple across his face. When he beckoned me to come closer, I bit my lip and made sure he knew what he was signing up for.
"This bed was barely made to fit one person, babe."
"I didn't climb onto this thing to take a nap," he winked. I swear I saw the slightest tremble in his chin. "I'm here because I want to be close to the mother of my children."
My heart surged to my throat as I swooned. The mother of his children... "Geez, Jacob. I've barely grasped the fact that I'm pregnant and you're already talking about our white picket fence and 2.5 kids?" I joked.
His face was serious as a heart attack. "2.5? I was thinking more along the lines of six. At least." I must have looked faint because he took my face in his hands, chuckling. "I'm just kidding, Lay.” He returned to stone. “But really...five at least.” When my eyes bulged, he laughed.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Keep it up and if it's a girl, we're naming her after your mother."
Jacob shuddered. "Cheryl has already let me know that her name is available and she would be honored."
I danced my fingertips through his dark locks, laughing at that. "Of course she did." I snuggled a little closer, remembering how tense the room had been when I woke up. "I think the only thing that was missing was a scantily clad woman holding the round number and boxing gloves." I winced, realizing that her excitement probably had little to do with me being awake and alert, and more about the baby. "Was she really planning on blurting out that I was pregnant?"
Jacob shook his head with a chuckle. "Not if I had anything to say about it. That woman is more stubborn than I am."
I nestled my cheek against his shoulder. "It's an act for the most part I think. She probably just wanted to make sure I had a better 'we're pregnant!' story than she did." It was a story she told often, much to my father's chagrin. "When my mom found out she was pregnant, she fixed my dad's favorite—beef stroganoff. Not out of a box. She literally made the noodles, the sauce, everything. She even busted out some wine for the occasion.
My father came home, dead tired, sweaty, dirty, and he just went to his chair and didn't say a word. My mom could tell he had a hell of a day and knew her news would cheer him up. So she said she made his favorite. That got a smile out of him. And then she just decided the hell with it and told him she was pregnant. His jaw hit the floor and then he leapt to his feet and hugged her. When she stepped back, she saw that he was crying. My dad never, ever cries. And that's when he told her that he'd been laid off."
"Jesus," Jacob whispered, stroking my cheek tenderly
W e were having a baby.
"Oh my God," I whispered hoarsely, my hand trembling beneath Jacob's. When I looked up at him and caught the full on smile that was lighting up his face, I kinda forgot about the IV, the hospital bed, and pretty much everything except the need to get in his arms. The machines started beeping wildly and pain sizzled in my arm where the needle was still lodged.
"You just told me our lives have changed forever and I just want to hold you," I pouted, reality keeping me tethered to the ground. I didn't want to be reminded that this news was discovered because I had to be hospitalized. I wanted to stay in this place of shock and awe; where so much love filled me up that I didn't think I'd ever stop smiling.
Jacob swept the curls across my forehead and pressed his lips to my temple. "Scoot over."
I wrenched the handrail up on my right and shimmied my hips over. I raised my eyebrows in amusement as he tried to fit his tall, muscular frame in the tiny space beside me. He couldn't have been remotely comfortable with his feet dangling off the edge and his body folded like an accordion. There wasn't any discomfort to be seen or the clenched teeth annoyance of someone that was just grinning and bearing it. I was pressed against the rail, watching love, excitement, and something else ripple across his face. When he beckoned me to come closer, I bit my lip and made sure he knew what he was signing up for.
"This bed was barely made to fit one person, babe."
"I didn't climb onto this thing to take a nap," he winked. I swear I saw the slightest tremble in his chin. "I'm here because I want to be close to the mother of my children."
My heart surged to my throat as I swooned. The mother of his children... "Geez, Jacob. I've barely grasped the fact that I'm pregnant and you're already talking about our white picket fence and 2.5 kids?" I joked.
His face was serious as a heart attack. "2.5? I was thinking more along the lines of six. At least." I must have looked faint because he took my face in his hands, chuckling. "I'm just kidding, Lay.” He returned to stone. “But really...five at least.” When my eyes bulged, he laughed.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Keep it up and if it's a girl, we're naming her after your mother."
Jacob shuddered. "Cheryl has already let me know that her name is available and she would be honored."
I danced my fingertips through his dark locks, laughing at that. "Of course she did." I snuggled a little closer, remembering how tense the room had been when I woke up. "I think the only thing that was missing was a scantily clad woman holding the round number and boxing gloves." I winced, realizing that her excitement probably had little to do with me being awake and alert, and more about the baby. "Was she really planning on blurting out that I was pregnant?"
Jacob shook his head with a chuckle. "Not if I had anything to say about it. That woman is more stubborn than I am."
I nestled my cheek against his shoulder. "It's an act for the most part I think. She probably just wanted to make sure I had a better 'we're pregnant!' story than she did." It was a story she told often, much to my father's chagrin. "When my mom found out she was pregnant, she fixed my dad's favorite—beef stroganoff. Not out of a box. She literally made the noodles, the sauce, everything. She even busted out some wine for the occasion.
My father came home, dead tired, sweaty, dirty, and he just went to his chair and didn't say a word. My mom could tell he had a hell of a day and knew her news would cheer him up. So she said she made his favorite. That got a smile out of him. And then she just decided the hell with it and told him she was pregnant. His jaw hit the floor and then he leapt to his feet and hugged her. When she stepped back, she saw that he was crying. My dad never, ever cries. And that's when he told her that he'd been laid off."
"Jesus," Jacob whispered, stroking my cheek tenderly
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