Page 135 of Forever

I tore off a paper towel and wiped my face. “Positive.” I took another deep breath and my stomach didn’t roll over this time. I sat back on my heels and Matt kept rubbing my back. “I’m okay. And so is the baby. It’s actually a good sign.”

“Throwing up is a good sign?” He shook his head. “Tell that to our door.”

I laughed. “You’re a barbarian.”

He kissed my cheek.

I slid away from him on the floor. “Don’t get anywhere near me. I need to brush my teeth and wash my face.”

He caught my wrist so I couldn’t hide from him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

If I wasn’t already on the floor, I probably would have melted onto it. This was probably the grossest thing I’d ever done in front of him. But he was still staring at me with stars in his eyes. And he’d broken down a freaking door to get to me.

He pushed some hair off my face. “You scared me. No more locking the bathroom door.”

“Is that a house rule?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Yes.” He smiled.

“I didn’t think we had any rules in this house. We’re kind of lawless.”

His smile grew. “As much as I like the sound of being lawless with you…no locking the door.”

I looked at the broken door. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

“I’ll fix it.”

I glanced over his shoulder.

“What are you looking at?” He turned around, but there was nothing there to see.

I shook my head and laughed. “I just kind of thought Nigel would pop up and say ‘No, I’ll fix it,’ before you got a chance to do it yourself.”

Matt laughed. “He probably would have, but he’s busy getting everything ready.” The smile on Matt’s face grew. “Our rehearsal dinner is tonight.”

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face either. “It is. And I can’t wait to go to town on some turkey. I’m pretty sure Thanksgiving was made for pregnant women.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure it was.”

“And hopefully I don’t throw up again tonight.”

“I thought it wasmorningsickness?”

“I got sick more than just in the mornings with Jacob.”

“Interesting.” Matt helped me to my feet. “Is there anything I can get you that will help with that?”

“Actually a cup of tea might be nice.”

He nodded. “A cup of tea. Got it. I need to order some books about all this baby stuff. So I don’t break any more doors.”

“You do that. While I freshen up.” I pushed him out of the bathroom. I would have closed the door, but it was hanging off its hinges.

He chuckled and walked away.

I pressed my hands against the vanity and stared in the mirror. My days fluctuated between thinking about thebaby constantly to trying not to think about the baby at all. Just in case. But this really was a good sign. A great sign. I smiled. The baby was healthy. I removed one of my hands from the vanity and ran it over my stomach.

This Thanksgiving was going to be perfect. It was going to erase the Thanksgiving 16 years ago from my head.

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