Page 153 of Eternally Yours
I was afraid she’d trip or break her ankle and harm the baby, to which she responded that she was not handicapped and could still walk in heels, even if she’s pregnant.
I’ll let it slide for now, but once that bump starts showing, I’m burning every pair.
She turns her head my way while leaning against the headrest and smiles. A slight blush forms over her cheeks when she notices I’m admiring her. I remember when she used to always blush in the early days. I love that I can still manage to make it happen, even after almost two years.
Shit, how has it already been so long?
Her hand comes up to my jaw, delicately gliding her thumb back and forth. “You and me,” she whispers in the quiet space.
I grab her hand and kiss her wrist. “You and me.”
We exit the car and walk hand in hand to the front door. I look to my girl for the go-ahead to enter, and she nods with a smile. Pushing the door open, we walk in, and my brother comes into view just as I close the door.
“Holy shit, sis! What did you do to that rack!?” His eyes are nearly bulging out of his head while he stares at my wife’s breasts.
I told her they had grown, but she didn’t believe me. I know my Minnie’s breasts like the back of my hand.
Cecilia looks down and frowns, then back at me. I give her an ‘I told you’ look and chuckle, which makes her glare.
Suddenly, my mom pops her head out from the kitchen. She takes one look at Cecilia and shrieks, coming fully into view and practically jumping into my wife’s arms. “OH MY GOD! You’re pregnant!”
Minnie’s jaw drops open, and she looks at me with wide eyes. Then they narrowlike she thinks I may have said something, which I didn’t. I shake my head slightly, telling her so.
“Oh, John! Come quick! We’re going to be grandparents!” My mother has turned into a blubbering mess, crying all over my wife.
“Wait, wait. How do you know she’s pregnant? We literally just walked through the door and haven’t said a word.” I scratch my head, trying to think of how they could have figured it out so easily. Cecilia and I had spent hours figuring out the best way to tell them, but now it seems that was all a waste of time.
Mom stretches her arms out, holding on to my girl by her shoulders to observe her from head to toe. “The boobs, they really grew. How far along are we?” Mom looks from me to Cecilia, whose eyes are watering with a smile on her face.
“Eleven weeks,” I answer for us.
“ELEVEN WEEKS!? Oh, my poor, sweet girl... those are not done growing. Mine grew at least twice their size when I was pregnant with Silas. And my breasts are much smaller than yours.”
“Jesus, Ma! Please don’t talk about your tits,” Spence says from beside her with a palm running down his face before I catch him staring at Cecilia’s chest again. I shoot daggers at him, but he’s too focused to even notice.
“Hey! Your mother has beautiful tits, if she wants to talk about them, let her.” My dad joins in from behind them, smacking my brother in the back of the head. “And stop staring at your sister-in-law’s.”
“THANK YOU!” I say loudly, then glare again at my brother.
My dad comes to stand beside my mom, placing his arm around her shoulders. She finally lets go of Cecilia and clasps her hands together against her chest, pure joy shining through her eyes.
“Is it true, little one? Are you making me a grandpa?”
Cecilia takes a step back, coming to my side, where she places one of her hands on my chest and looks up into my eyes. A breathtaking smile stretches over her lips, adoration written all over her features. “It’s true, we’re having a baby.”
I bring my hands to her waist, smiling broadly. “We’re having a baby.” I lower and kiss her lips in front of my family.
The next minutes are rewarded with congratulations and excited cries. It’s a beautiful moment, even if we’re still standing in the entrance hall.
“Okay, how about we let these kids come in, and then we can get all the details over dinner? I’m sure everyone’s getting hungry,” my father says, pulling my mother back by the shoulder.
“Oh right, yes, food. I’m sorry, I’m just so happy. Come in, come in. Everyone gotake a seat, I’ll bring out the food,” Mom says as she turns and heads for the kitchen, the rest of us following behind on our way to the dining room.
“Do you need help bringing things over, Mira?” Cecilia asks while I pull out her chair for her to sit.
“Oh no, sweetheart. You sit down and relax. We don’t want to overwork you,” my mother replies from the kitchen as Minnie sits down with a head shake and a chuckle.
“Why is it that everyone suddenly thinks I’m incapable of doing anything now that I’m pregnant?” she says under her breath, only loud enough for me to hear.
