“Jemma open the gawd damn door, chica!”
I really wanted to open the door but at the same time I found it kind of funny listening to each of them sweat.
“Ouch, damn it Brea, don’t fucking pinch me!”
I heard through the door.
“Then be the Alpha, make your woman get her happy ass out here so I can find out if I am going to be an aunt!”
Giggling I opened the door a crack. “Julian, please Brea, only Julian” I said trying my best not to give anything away.
Brea pouted and let Julian join me in the bathroom understanding that this was not about her but about me and the man I would be giving my life to in a few short months, though no piece of paper could give him something that he already had.
“Well sweetheart, what does it say?”
“I kind of took all three.”
Thanks to Brea, I had the inside scoop on pregnancy test taking. She ended up having to buy three tests before she actually got a response. I figured, better safe than sorry!
I fanned the three tests out in front of Julian, making sure all three windows were showing.
“I don’t understand, what do two pink lines mean?”
I smiled as I heard Brea scream from the other side of the door where she was obviously listening in.
“IT MEANS SHE’S PREGNANT, STUPID!”
Julian looked at me for confirmation and I just bobbed my head up and down.
“Are you serious? I‘m going to be a daddy?”
“Uh huh!” Seeing the joy on his face brought tears to my eyes.
Julian threw his arms around my waist and softly kissed me on the lips, so softly you would have thought that I was made out of glass.
“Oh Skipper, you have made me the happiest man in the world! What do you say we put on those wings and go dancing?”
He pulled me closer and in the same delicate way he kissed me again. This time however, I did not allow him to pull away. Instead I ran my tongue over his lips and reached my hand down into his pants causing him jump.
“Not yet daddy, mommy is hungry. In fact I would say she is downright starved!”