Page 58 of Misery In Me

He inches closer to her, getting face-to-face, and Zoe coos at him, giving him a little smile. “Yeah, you wanna go now? I can go get changed.”

“Could we?” I tug at his undershirt and run my hand up his back, feeling his muscles relax under my touch.

“Not if you’re going to touch me like that. You keep doing that, Ale, and the only place we’re going is to the bedroom.”

I give him a sheepish grin and he pushes himself up onto his knees. “Maybe when we get home. Go change. I’ll get her ready to go.”

Twenty-five minutes later, we’re staring at a bunch of strollers trying to determine which one is the best to go with. Gage has his phone out and a YouTube video up on one of them. “Okay, it’s between these two.” Pointing them out to me. “Which one do you like better?”

“Whatever one you pick is fine.” I shrug my shoulders. I still feel weird spending his money.

Technically, it’s our money now that I’m his wife.

I have a bank card for his account, or I should say our joint account, as he called it.

“Hermosa, you’re going to be using it more than I am. I want you to pick the one you want.”

I turn back to the strollers and my eyes drift over to the double strollers.Should we even be bothering with a single when we soon could need a double?It’s a valid thought, because with how we are with each other, another baby is bound to happen. And now that I’m thinking about it, I really should buy a pregnancy test. My period is due any day now.

“Maybe we should wait.” I whisper, looking up at him. Zoe stirs on his chest in the baby carrier, looking absolutely content with him.

“Why?” Then his eyes fall on the row of doubles and he smirks. “Do you think you are?”

“I’m not saying I am, but it’s something to consider. Why waste money on something that we’ll need to upgrade, potentially soon?” I let out a small chuckle. “We should probably buy some tests to be ready.”

“Let’s just get this one and if you are, we’ll worry about getting the bigger one then. I want you to go on your runs when you want to.” He loops his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “Now, let’s go find those tests.”

A stroller, a box of pregnancy tests and a bunch of other stuff we probably didn't need later, and we are back home. Gage isin the garage putting the stroller together and I just bathed Zoe and have her in the glider with her bottle. My mind is on the box of tests sitting on our bathroom counter. Just waiting for me to take them.

“Princesa, I hope you won’t resent me for giving you a sibling so soon if Mama is pregnant.” I pause for a second.Mama. I called myself her mama. That stirs something within me, and I feel my eyes water.

“She won’t.” Gage says from the doorway, startling me. I didn’t even hear him come up the stairs, let alone come back into the house. “You’re her mother, Ale.”

I’m her mother.

I’d do anything for this perfect little girl.

Gage leans against the doorframe and watches me feed our daughter. “You want to shower with me, or should I clean up while you’re getting her ready for bed?”

“Would you rather have me in the shower again or in our bed?”

“Quick shower, now it is.”

“I love you, Gage.” I mouth to him as Zoe’s eyes flutter closed.

“I’m so in love with you, Ale. More than you could ever imagine.”

TWENTY-THREE

GAGE

Could she be pregnant already?

I stand under the hot spray of the shower and try to do the mental math of how long we’ve been having unprotected sex.

She bought the tests so she must have some kind of suspicion, right?

Why does the thought of her being pregnant not freak me out? Shouldn’t it? I mean, we have a four-month-old and are actively not preventing another child. I know she didn’t birth Zoe and that we aren’t working with that typical “You shouldn’t have kids so close together because of the health of the mother” situation. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman to be pregnant with my child, ever.

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