Page 37 of Pregnancy Scandal
“I don’t want to be without you either.” She breathed. Standing on the tips of her toes she slipped her arms around my neck. I bent down a little so she wouldn’t have to strain. “God, it was bad before. It would kill me to go a day without speaking to you a few times. Now I can’t stand the thought of sleeping and not seeing you.”
I pressed my forehead to hers and smiled. “Our dreams. We’ll be there too.”
I planted a kiss on the top of her nose and held her as I thought about everything that could be changing around us.
I wanted her, and I would be surprised as fuck if she wasn’t pregnant with the amount of sex we’d had.
Changes were on the way, and I had a lot to wrap my head around. It was a lot, but something inside me sparked every time I thought about it.
Her and a baby.
My baby, my girl.
I wanted them both.
* * *
Six weeks later, and we were just as crazy.
Maybe worse…
It was Monday night, and we managed to get away for some ice cream by the docks. It was the first Monday that I didn’t spend with the guys playing pool at Tom’s. I’d decided to spend the evening with my girl at our favorite ice cream parlor we’d loved as kids.
It became it when Abby’s grandfather had brought us here one day when we were about five. Then, every time we saw him, he’d bring us here. We’d both get a chocolate sundae each and a banana split to share.
One time, we ate so much that we were both so sick we couldn’t go to school the next day. Abby’s dad ended up taking care of us because my parents were away and the only thing we wanted to eat was ice cream.
Here we were tonight. That boy and the girl, twenty-five years later, still enjoying the same order and each other’s company.
And what were we talking about?
Baby names.
“Silvia,” she bubbled. “I love that name.”
I frowned. “That sounds exactly like Elspeth.” She had all these old-school names I hated. Old names before our grandparents’ time.
“Gilly, you’ve hated every name I’ve come up with.” She laughed. “You didn’t like even one of them.”
“Baby, they’re terrible names.” I didn’t know why I bothered. She was the one who couldn’t get Gilman right and I got stuck with Gilly. What did I expect? “I don’t want our kid being the subject of all manner of crazy bully sessions, and it would be our fucking fault.”
“Those names are beautiful, Gilly,” she insisted.
“Whatever, I’m saying no to Silvia, Elspeth, and Wilhelmina for the girl names, and a hundred no’s to Archibald, Reginald, and Cornelius if it’s a boy. Lord, girl, come on, we can do much better than that.”
“Okay, you try.” She laughed and tossed her hair to the side.
I thought for a moment. “How about we go with our middle names. I love yours. Renee if it’s a girl or Zack if it’s a boy.” I held up my hands, and she smiled.
“Oh my gosh, I love it.” She jumped up with excitement and skipped into my lap, throwing her arms around my neck. “I love it, Gilly.”
“Yeah?” I was impressed with myself.
“Yes. Oh my goodness, did we seriously just pick baby names?”
I smiled at her. “We did. Weird, huh?” I ran my fingers over the flat of her stomach, wondering if just maybe we could have our own tiny human inside her. These days I found myself getting excited at the thought. It was as exciting as being with her. She looked down at my hand and smiled.
“Have you checked yet?” I asked. “Pretty certain it doesn’t take that long, and at the rate we’ve been going, you might be having twins.”
