I’d talked to her bodyguards and they’d told me nothing odd had happened. The only change in her routine was she’d visited her best friend Jessica.
I didn’t like Bailey not touching me. I’d gone to her, but she’d maneuvered out of my reach. It had been like that for the last hour. She came home and went straight to the kitchen and started making cupcakes. They were her favorite lately. Vanilla, with strawberry icing.
Bailey would come to me when she was ready. So I sat in our lounge room and waited. I didn’t wait long before she came out with a plate full of cupcakes. She sat next to me placing the plate on the coffee table. She got one of the cupcakes and shoved it in her mouth. Her head was turned to the side so she could see me.
“That good, little raven?”
Bailey nodded and pushed the rest of the cupcake into her mouth, moaning as she devoured it. Icing coated her lips and I zeroed in on it, eager to clean it. She brushed her hands on her shirt, then hooked her fingers onto the hem and lifted her shirt up and off.
Unable to blink as colorful patterns appeared on her belly, I watched as a picture took shape. It was a painted egg. Raising an eyebrow, I chuckled. “I see Jessica got to you with paints? Is this her weird way of giving us an Easter gift?”
“It’s more than that.” She sighed heavily. “She wanted to do a hot cross bun. I told her you’d get this better.”
What the hell? I’d get what better? What did an egg painted on Bailey have for me to get? I sat up straighter and scooted closer to Bailey. Her cheeks were rosy red and now I was closer, her eyes looked puffy too, she been crying. Frowning, I checked her body to see if she had hurt herself, but couldn’t see anything. What the fuck had Jessica done? I was going to have a talk with her when I saw her next.
Bailey groaned, picked up another cupcake and gobbled it down.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that the last couple of weeks I’ve been baking cupcakes and scoffing them down like they’re going out of fashion? Plus think about what I said. I have an egg on my stomach.”
Bailey had been eating a lot of cupcakes. She’d been very emotional too. I was sure she was just getting close to her time of the month, she was overdue them. What did she say before? Jessica had wanted a hot cross bun, but put an egg instead. I stared at the egg painted on her stomach, studying it this time. Jessica was a good artist. The egg was yellow with a blue and pink ribbon on top. Now I really looked, I could see all the detail she’d put into it and my heart started to pound faster and faster the more I took in. The bunnies were also blue and pink and each had a basket in their hands, but that wasn’t what had my heart rate drumming like a crazy beat. No, it was what was in the baskets, little booties, a rattle and dummy, rompers, and the very last ones at the bottom had an egg with a bean baby growing inside it, another had a bigger bean baby until it got to bunnies holding tiny babies resting in the baskets.
Holy shit! Blinking, I swallowed, my throat suddenly drying up. I let it sink in what I now knew my beautiful wife was telling me and, like the pussy she’d now turned me into, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Leaning down I kissed Bailey’s belly and rested my hands on it.
Gazing up at my wife I smiled. “I love you so much. Thank you.”
Tears rolled down her cheek and she hiccupped on a sob. “You’re not upset about our little egg?”
Easing up, but not taking my hands off where I now knew my son grew, I licked the icing off her lips first before taking her mouth in a kiss that showed her just how I felt. When I pulled away, she was panting and her tears were no more. Her eyes now flared with desire.
“I couldn’t be more happy.” Kissing both her cheeks, I rested my forehead against hers. “Want to tell me why Jessica found out before me?”
Sighing, she moved so she sat across my lap and snuggled into me. “I missed my period last month and I was due for them again two days ago. When I didn’t get it today I called Jessica. I wanted to be sure before I told you. She got the tests and I did them this afternoon.” Bailey hugged me tighter. “I have been taking my pill every morning. I have them in my bag, but the Valentine’s weekend I forgot and I was tired when we came back from all that fun.” She turned tomato red. “I forgot a couple of days after too. I only take this mini pill. The bigger dose makes me sick. So, um, I think Valentine’s weekend was when this all happened.” She started to cry and my heart sank.
“Don’t cry. It’s okay.” I tilted her head up and wiped her eyes and kissed her cheeks before brushing a quick kiss over her lips. “This is a good thing.”