Grabbing my phone. I type out in a group message.
Me: Holy shit.
Brae: What's the matter? O.o
Jessica: Did you get a condom stuck up your vagina?
Brae: What the hell. Is that even possible?
Jessica: Oh it is! Hey, Sydney, are you okay?
Me: I need you guys to come pick me up.
Brae: What’s the matter? Did Kane do something?
Jessica: Do I need my Taser? Because that bitch can fry dick.
Me: No, no, no. Nothing like that. I think I’m pregnant…
Brae: OH MY GOD! REALLY? I will be there thirty.
Jessica: I hope so, bitch. I won’t be alone anymore. Brae pick my ass up first.
Brae: Be there soon, bitches.
Taking a shaky breath, I go in the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I go back downstairs my whole body shakes with nervousness and anticipation. I know Kane will be happy, but I’m worried about how Arabella will take it. I don’t want her to think that I will abandon her or feel left out. That will never be the case.
Walking into the kitchen, I see Kane has Arabella up on the counter. Walking over to her, I pull her into tight hug. “You know how much I love you, don’t you?”
“Wuv you, too.” She lays her head on my shoulder. Feeling eyes on me, I look up to see Kane looking at me strangely.
“You’re supposed to be in bed.” He gives me the stink eye.
“I feel better. Brae and Jessica will be here in thirty. We’re having a girls’ day,” I tell him nervously.
He nods but keeps looking at me strangely. I manage a reassuring smile, but on the inside I’m so nervous. Beyond nervous. A nervous breakdown would be more accurate.
“I’ll keep Arabella with me. I’m going on a horse ride.”
Nodding my head, I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Arabella, let's give you a bath.” She nods, and I set her down on the floor. She takes off toward her room to get some toys to bath with. Before I can take one step, Kane grabs my hand.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He looks down at me concerned.
“Yes, love. I’m fine.” I pat his cheek, and he gives me that smile. That perfect sideways grin.
Twenty minutes later, Arabella is bathed, and I’m slipping on some pants. I just straightened my hair slightly and brushed on some mascara. Looking in the mirror, I turn sideways to look at my belly. I know it’s not possible to be showing, but it’s very possible I could be pregnant. It’s been over two months since Kane and I first had sex. Thinking back, when was the last time I had a period? Wait. It’s been before Kane and me had sex. Holy shit. How did I not know this? Arabella came into my life, and I was consumed by her and Kane. It never crossed my mind.
I see a small bump. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. Holy crap. My hands go to my mouth at the sight. I have to be pregnant.
The doorbell rings, and I can hear Arabella's footsteps running to the door. Walking down the steps, Brae and Jessica look up at me with excitement. Rolling my eyes, I walk over to Kane who is watching me also.
“Love, if something is wrong, you can tell me.” He looks at me really concerned, and I hate that look on his face. I just can’t tell him unless I know for sure.
“I’m fine, baby. I love you.” I stand up on my tippy-toes to kiss him. He meets me the rest of the way. He kisses me, but it’s not a light peck like I originally thought it would be. No, he mauls me, pulling at my hair and ass grabbing.
“Okay, guys, break it up. I don’t mind the live porn, but your daughter might,” Jessica interrupts us.
Pulling away, I look over at Arabella who is staring at us. Embarrassed, I look away. Kane rubs my rosy cheeks. “I will see you later, love.” He presses a kiss on my forehead.
Turning to Arabella, I say, “I will be back later. I love you.” I give her a quick hug.
“Wuv you too, mama.”
“All right, bitches, let's get the show on the road,” Jessica says while clapping her hands together.
“My daughter is over there. Can it.” I point over my shoulder at Arabella as I pull my bag up higher on my shoulder.
She looks over at Arabella. “Sorry, Arabella.”
“It’s tay. I know not to say bitches.” Her eyes widen.
That sets everyone off laughing. Kane picks her up off the ground and she wraps one arm around his neck.
Telling Kane bye again, we walk out to the car. As soon as we are all seated the first thing out of Jessica’s mouth is, “Holy hell that was hot!” She fans herself. Laughing under my breath, I look out of the window at my house already missing Arabella. I haven’t left her much over the past two days.
“That was pretty frigging hot. Now let’s go see if you have a bun in the oven.”