“I need more.” She slid her fingers through my pussy lips and rocked her hand.
“I can’t.” I shook my head. “God, Han. I’m so tired. I need to take a break!”
She pulled back and pouted slightly, but she knew I was right. We’d been at it all morning again already. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I sighed, kissing her and soothing the burn of my tone with my lips before taking a deep breath against her face. “I just need to relax.”
“You’re right. Let’s go back to bed and we can take a nap. We don’t have to go to the thing.”
I groaned because she couldn’t be more wrong. “It’s Reyna’s baby shower!” I felt like crying because of how badly I didn’t want to go, but had to since our best friend deserved it from us. “We have to go.”
“Ugh.” She pouted, but I walked around her. “I’ll be right out.”
“If I hear you moaning from using the handheld showerhead, I’m cutting the water off,” I warned firmly.
“Yes, Daddy.” She purred, replacing Brody’s nickname since I was being her boss.
I rolled my eyes and wrapped my towel around my body as I went to the vanity to get ready. I rested my hands on the cold stone and hung my head, trying to muster the strength to blow dry my hair.
I groaned, leaning down to grab my dryer from under the sink when something else caught my eye, making me pause.
“Are you wearing a dress to this thing?” Hannah called from the shower as she turned the water off. “I feel like a baby shower is a dress thing.”
“Han?” I stammered, pulling a box from under the sink and turning to face her.
“What?” She asked, wrapping her towel around her body and seeing the box. “Oh, are we out? We’ll just grab more on our way home.” She brushed it off, but I was frozen stiff.
“Han.” I tried again, suddenly unable to form words as I did the math and tracked dates in my head. “Han.”
“What?” She shook her head, staring at the almost empty box of tampons in my hand. “What’s the big deal?”
“We’re late,” I whispered. “Like a week and a half late.”
Of course, our periods synced up within the first six months of living together, which made things interesting. So when I saw the box and realized we should have bought more before that moment, the math added up that we were both late.
“Holy fuck.” She whispered, frozen in place just like I was. “Do you think—?”
“That we’re pregnant?” I guessed, “At the same time? Without trying?”
“Yeah,” She swallowed, “I mean it would make sense.”
“How?” I cried in sheer panic.
“Well, for the last week, you’ve been sleeping like the dead.” She shrugged. “Isn’t that a pregnancy symptom?”
I nodded slowly, “So is ravenous sex drive.”
“Jesus.” She leaned on the counter beside me and we both stared off into the distance, processing. “I guess we need to pee on some sticks.” She bent over and grabbed the in case of emergency pregnancy tests from under the sink. There had been times over the years that one of us had worried about certain symptoms, so we kept a box lying around just in case.
“How are you so calm?” I whispered, feeling like I was going to crawl out of my skin at any moment.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, going into the toilet room and peeing on the stick. “I guess I’m just feeding off you and your vibe. Which is not calm at all. One of us should be level-headed about this.”
She was right, normally I would be the one to be sensible and calm in a moment of stress. I took a deep breath and took my turn with the toilet, sticking my test back into the wrapper and setting it down next to her identical one when I was done.
“Tell me this is going to be okay, either way, it plays out,” I begged, staring at her and she softened, holding me in her arms and soothing me.
“You’re loved, Lex.” She stated. “You’re safe.” She combed her fingers through my wet hair. “You’re supported and cared for. This is perfectly okay.”
We had talked about having kids someday, in the future, over the last few years. But it was always an arbitrary thought because there were so many logistics to figure out before we went down that road.
Fuck, getting a marriage certificate was hard enough. Technically, I was married to Brody, and Hannah was married to Knox, though the ceremony we had at home was with all four of us together, vowing to each other equally. The one thing we did fight about the most back then was what we were going to do about last names.
We ended up keeping our own, because it was such a point of contention that we didn’t want to argue about something that was supposed to be good.
“I’m scared.” I admitted, “I don’t know how to be a mom.”
“Me either.” She admitted, “Mine died when I was ten, remember.”
“I’m sorry.” I sighed, laying my forehead on her shoulder as shame burned in my gut. “I’m just freaked out.”
“Do you want kids?” She asked, though we’d already discussed it before.
“Yes.” One big resounding yes, that was never in question. “I just thought it would be a conscious decision to make when the time came.”
She giggled and pulled me back to look in my eyes. “Well, then I guess we should have made the guys wrap up, pull out, or take our pills on a more regular basis if we didn’t want any chance of a surprise.”
“Two surprises.” I widened my eyes in disbelief. “What if we’re both pregnant?”
