“Exactly. It’s not like we put all my eggs in this basket,” Anna held back her smile, not wanting to laugh at her own ridiculous joke in the midst of their stress. But the joke broke both of them.
Brooke was still too much of a sucker for wordplay—and Anna—to not laugh. They were still in the middle of falling apart when the timer went off. They fell silent immediately, turning to look at each other rather than at the plastic test in front of them, face down on a paper plate, on their coffee table.
“Do you want me to look?” Anna asked.
Brooke didn’t want her to have to do that. She didn’t know that Anna could take another blow, but either way, they’d both know in a second.“You don’t have to touch my pee stick,” she tried to joke, anything to lessen the knot in the pit of her stomach. She reached out, careful to grab the toilet paper they had wrapped around the part that didn’t have the tiny screen.
She held her breath as she turned the test over. Her eyebrows lifted, nearly disappearing into her hairline. Everything stood still. She turned the test so that Anna could read the small, digital screen: Pregnant.
“You did it,” Anna whispered, her voice filled with a thousand different emotions.“Brooke, you’re actually pregnant.”
“I’m carrying your baby,” Brooke couldn’t stop her tears. This was too much. She was too happy. She didn’t know if there had ever been a moment in her life that she had been this happy. A highlight reel flashed through her mind. Snapshots of Anna, mostly, and now this.
Anna squeaked, the loudest, happiest squeak, before pulling Brooke into the world’s happiest hug.“We’re going to be parents.”
“We are,” Brooke didn’t bother wiping her tears, she just buried her face deeper in Anna’s shoulder, breathing in the comfort of her wife.
Anna pulled back a little, a look of surprise on her face.“We have to pick out names, and put together a nursery, and tell people. Holy shit, this is real.”
Brooke let out a little chuckle.“Yes, Love, we have to do all those things.” She pressed a kiss to her wife’s forehead.“You know we have to wait a bit though, right? Like we need to make a doctor’s appointment to confirm this wasn’t a faulty test and then we have to wait several weeks until we can start sharing.”
Anna nodded, but her smile was the widest it had been in so long.“I know. But maybe just maybe, you could humor me with the name idea?”
“Okay,” Brooke put her pregnancy test back down on the paper plate before she leaned back on the couch so she could better see her wife.“I had a thought for a girl’s name.”
Anna lit up,“tell me.”
“Ava,” Brooke said, a small smile lifting at the corner of her lips“Ava Maria.”
Anna groaned,“Like Ave Maria?” She shook her head.“That’s awful. Veto.”
“Okay, Anna Graham. Ruining all the fun here, but okay,” Brooke teased.
She also reached out and pulled Anna closer, so that Anna was nearly snuggled on top of her. It reminded her of that night, years ago that Anna had come over to take domestic photos with her. Anna had been right. After a few months of dating, photos of each other and them together, filled Brooke’s phone.
“We should take a picture of this,” she said, running her fingers through Anna’s hair.
“Yeah?” Anna asked, digging through Brooke’s front pocket to grab her phone. She handed it over as soon as she had fished it out, snuggling in deeper while Brooke got the camera app opened and flipped to face them.
The photo was so similar to their first together like this. They could feel their energy reflecting back at them from the phone screen; Nervous as hell, but filled with so much excitement it could power a city.
Brooke quickly made it the background on her phone, replacing a photo of the two of them from their wedding.
“How are you so perfect?” Anna whispered, resting her head on Brooke’s chest.
“Hmm,” Brooke hummed, knowing the rumble would make Anna laugh.“I think the woman I married deserves me at my best. Always.”
Anna tilted her head up, just enough to press a kiss to the underside of Brooke’s jaw.“Well, the woman you married is pretty fucking lucky.”
Chapter Six
Brooke felt Anna’s fingers tighten in her hair. She could barely hear Anna’s muffled moans of pleasure through the tight clench of her wife’s thighs on either side of her face.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Anna whimpered, her back arching off the bed as she ground herself against Brooke’s tongue.
Not that she had gotten cocky over the past decade, but Brooke had definitely gottenconfident. She’d gotten good at this. At touching Anna exactly how Anna wanted to be touched. At knowing when to slow down or speed up, or add a finger. Hell, she’d gotten good at reading a look in Anna’s eye from across the room.
Tonight was no different. After they had put the kids to bed, Anna had grabbed Brooke’s hand and dragged her into the shower with her and they hadn’t been able to stop touching each other since. Brooke slipped a third finger into Anna just before she went from licking to sucking at her clit.
