That sounded like bliss. I finish up in the bathroom and climb back into our Silver bed, clicking the light out. “I’m going to miss this bed.”
“I’ll buy us one.”
Of course he would - how wonderful to have a man who not only wanted to spoil me, but could afford to. His arms draw me into his body, his feet locating my feet under the covers, and fingers linking with mine - connected, skin on skin at all times and I smile into the darkness, as I feel the three strong squeezes, from his palm. I… love… you.
“I love you too, Sebastian.”
As I drift off to sleep I consider tonights events, the Ball - Toni- Christ and the pregnancy test and it’s negative result, I’m awash with emotions and drained by the drama. We’d gotten through an event, that included a woman who desperately wanted to split us up for her own wants and desires and stuck together, irrefutably. I knew in that moment that my trust in him was unbreakable where other women were concerned. I am sure of his love for me.
We rested most of the morning like Sebastian had promised and in the afternoon, the four of us meet with Chris and do lunch in The Jannah - enjoying a meal in the private dining room. Sebastian and Nathan had certainly made a good impression on the Hotel Manager and despite Sebastian selling his shares in the hotel to invest elsewhere, he is treated like a celebrity.
By the time we leave for the airport, riding in a limousine as a group, I’m ready to go home; the buzz beginning in my tummy as I’ll soon see my little boy. I watch the glittering multi-coloured buildings flashing by, now so familiar and remember Sebastian’s new construction business. Whilst he wasn’t going to manage it officially, there would be times he’d be back here and I hoped I’d be able to accompany him.
At the airport I sigh in relief when Seb surprises us with a private jet home. However, it’s nothing like the intimate party of two we’d experienced on our way out to The Maldives. There was no disappearing to the bedroom or screaming Sebastian’s name into an empty cabin - just plenty of knowing looks between us that made me want to jump his bones right then and there and our favourite hanger-on Chris.
We’d been flying for around 3 hours when I disappear to the generous bathroom in one of the bedrooms. Abby is asleep with Nathan and Chris is playing on the playstation with Sebastian. It really was another world - like a flying living room. I needed to freshen up and as I grab my bag to delve in for my make-up bag, my butter fingers drop the handles and it falls, scattering its contents across the bathroom floor. I drop to my knees, picking up lipsticks, chewing gum, my passports, an earring I thought I’d lost, some Dirhams, and a pregnancy test - the pregnancy test. As though in slow motion, I tilt my head to get a better angle on it and lift it up, standing at the same time. WTF?
There were now two pink lines - the second was a paler pink in shade, yes, but was still clearly visible.
I take a deep breath and for a second just stare at myself in the mirror. “OK, don’t panic there’s a reason for this, like…. it’s been a few days and its redundant now so not a true positive? Or like that bitch Toni was lying to me when she said it was negative.
My chest tightens as I fear the latter is the more probable conclusion.
“Well there’s only one thing for it.” I bend to rummage in the discarded handbag and unzip the middle compartment. Inside I pull out the second identical test, unused and ready to go. I remove my blazer and hook it on the door and unzip my skinnies, grabbing a glass from the sink - much easier to pee in that and then dip the bloody stick.
Five minutes later, I’m clock watching as the test is being wafted gently through the air, lid on tight. “Come on, come on….3, 2, 1… shit! Shit - oh God - BUGGER!”
Wincing I squint my eyes, and strain to view the results - for God’s sake woman just be bold, stop being so bloody wet! I finally, inhale and allow myself to look down at the test. There was no question about it this time - two straight, neat pink lines, smile up at me and seal my fate. I expell the breath I’d been holding and panicking, quickly grab my last testing box, a Clearblue one with two further tests. This is my last chance. Scanning the instructions, I see that these are totally different - you still had to pee on them but there was worries of pink lines or seeing double, it was simple - just a bold sign that flashed up your future.
Ten stressful minutes later and I’ve got two sticks that say ‘fuck off now and deal with it - you’re pregnant - there’s no getting away from this Love!’ A knock at the door, makes me jump and I quickly zip all tests back into my bag, complete with packaging before calling out in answer, “Yes?”