I'm pregnant

NOVA

I prepared dinner for tonight, knowing he would be hungry since I didn't send any lunch to him today. I wasn't as excited as I was last night because I knew that whatever happened tonight would make or mar our future.

The moment I heard the door open, I got up from the couch, gulping, when he came into focus. He had changed out of the blue shirt he wore this afternoon when I went to his office.

Frowning, I wondered how he got a change of clothes. Did he buy it or…

“What do you wish to inform me about?” He demanded as he dropped his briefcase on the table, glaring. “Where are the papers? Have you signed it?”

“Don't you at least need to sit?” I asked, forcing a smile. I would lie if I said his words didn't hurt. He made it sound as if being a moment with me was work.

“Not when I have something important to do,” he snapped, with his eyes narrowed at me.  “I know how tremendous at tricks you are, Nova, and I'm not ready for any of that. Where are the papers?”

I gulped. This wasn't how I envisioned it. I thought I would have to tell him the wonderful news over dinner, but it seemed I would have to do that now.

“I… I have something else to show you.” I turned and walked over to the couch, where I dropped my bag. Sighing, I got the pregnancy results from it and took it over to him.  “Here, this is what I have been trying to tell you since last night.”

“And what would that be?” Scowling, he snatched the paper from me. His forehead creased as he read it before he gasped.  “This can't be.” He shook his head as he looked towards me.

My spirit plummeted at his words, and my heart almost sank into the pit of my stomach. What did he mean by that? Was he in denial? Would he accuse me of cheating on him? Would he ask for a termination?

I was confused and could only watch him, waiting for him to say something. To let me know what was going through his head at the moment. I needed to know where I stood with him, and what steps to take.

“You are pregnant?” He whispered, sounding awed, almost like he couldn't believe his ears.

That was exactly the reaction I hoped to get from him at first. But now, I can't tell anymore.

He took a step towards me, and I took three steps back, keeping as much distance as I could from him. What if he wished to hurt me?

He frowned when he noticed my reaction. “When did you find out?”

“…uhm… Yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” He echoed. “Why didn't you call me when you got it? You could have at least told me when I returned last night.”

Last night?

I scoffed at that.

How could I have told him about it when he didn't even wait for me to finish speaking before carrying me off to the bedroom?

“You were… You were busy, so… I… I….” I gulped when I realized I had gotten close to the couch.

One extra step, I would fall back on it and could only hope he stopped walking forward.

“You hid this from me, Nova?”

“I….”

He smiled. It was the first genuine one I had seen on his face since we got married. I had to blink, to be certain I wasn't imagining it.

With a husband like Dashiell, something as ordinary as a smile from him always seemed like a gift from the gods.

Gulping, I watched him reach towards my face, still smiling. I couldn't help the dread that ran through my body at the thought of what he intended to do. What if his smile was just like the one death flashed whenever he arrived to take a soul?

Would that be the last expression I would see before I meet my maker?

Though he hadn't hurt me, at least physically, I couldn't tell what he had planned. There was always a first for everything.

I tightly shut my eyes when his hand grazed my face.

“This is good news, Nova,” he whispered before I felt something wet on my lips.

Shocked, I snapped my eyes open, gasping when I realized he kissed my lips. Dashiell freaking kissed me! I blinked, to be certain I wasn't in a dream world. Dashiell would never kiss me.

He told me kisses were for lovers, and that was something we weren't. One time, he told me he would rather kiss the arse of a pig than kiss my lips.

Which was what brought rise to my shock when I felt his lips on mine.

“Would you have kept this hidden had I not asked for a divorce?” He asked as he rubbed his thumb on my lower lip, smiling at me.

“I…" I gulped, too stunned to formulate words. My brain was on holiday because it didn't understand what was freaking going on. I couldn't even tell if the man in front of me was the real deal or a con artist.

“It's alright. It's better late than never, Nova.” He called my name like he had never done before, gently, with no hint of anger in his tone.  “Thank you for making me a father,” he whispered before he kissed me.

My head spun as if someone released fireworks. All the butterflies in my stomach took flight as he cradled the back of my head, gently, like it was glass, and kissed me like I was the only woman in his world.

It was almost the same as the time he kissed…

I dispelled those thoughts far from me. I was the one with him and not Lilith. It made little sense to be thinking of her.

When he broke from the kiss and stared at me, I lost it. It was the first time I had seen raw desire in his gaze. Sex with him felt more like a chore because each time he slept with me, it was because he was angry. Never when he was happy.

“I want you,” he muttered as he placed kisses on my lips.

Once more, he swept me off my feet at how strange he was acting. First, it was the kiss, and now this?

Was I fucking dreaming?

Would I have to wake up, to discover I had dreamed everything?

Without waiting for my reply, he got up and carried me, with his hands placed on the back of my knees and one on my back.