TIME TO GO BACK HOME

PAULA

“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.

“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.

Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.

I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.

“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.

I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said