Underestimated Too(128)

“Mom, it’s fine. I promise,” I said almost giddily. I was pregnant. I was sure of it, and I was getting my husband back. It wasn’t like I was some teenager trying to trap him. We were married and I didn’t care that Drew had issues to deal with. I didn’t care that throwing another child into our fucked up life probably wasn’t the best plan. I wanted my family back, and I was sure this would do it.

We were only gone maybe twenty minutes and I immediately took one of the three tests to the bathroom. I wanted to make sure.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, holding the little stick between my fingers. I was pregnant and happy about it.

“Dear lord, Morgan,” my mother spoke, dropping to the couch. She wasn’t happy about it, neither was Alicia. They both thought it was a bad idea. I didn’t care. I was happy.

“Alicia, will you stay here with Nicky?” I asked, “Just for a couple days?”

“Why?”

“I want to go to Drew. I don’t want to tell him over the phone.”

“I don’t know, Morgan. I have a bad feeling about all this. I need to call Celeste first.”

“Fine. Mom can you take Nicky for me?” I asked, turning to my mom with a bit of an attitude. They may not have been happy about this baby, but when it came right down to it, it was really none of their business.

“Yes, I will, but not right now. I want you to take a couple days and think about this.”

“Think about what?”

“The whole thing, Morgan. Use your head. You’re not even with your husband right now. I don’t think this is a good idea right now.”

“What is a good idea, Mom? I’m pregnant. I’m going to have another baby, and I’d like to go home and tell my husband in person.”

“Then go,” she waved her hand towards the door with an exasperated breath. What the hell?

I had one hell of a time keeping my mouth shut when Drew called. I wanted to tell him so badly, I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t though. My plane was leaving at six in the morning, and I’d be on the ground by noon. I threatened Alicia with her life not to tell Celeste I was coming. Drew would try and stop me. I was sure. I wouldn’t even use my credit card, I used my mom’s, knowing Drew would call the second he saw the transaction.

Sleeping was impossible. I tossed and turned the entire night, thinking about what the outcome was going to be. Would Drew be mad? What if he thinks I did it as a way to trap him? I didn’t do it on purpose. It just happened. He was the one that wanted me to stop taking my pills. It didn’t stop the entire night. The same questions played over and over until I finally got up a four a.m. and got ready to go.

Leaving Alicia sleeping, I sneaked out into the crisp dark morning. For being sleep deprived the sea salt air left me feeling invigorated, like it was a new beginning. I just hoped that my feeling was correct and Drew was happy about this.

I did doze on the plane, sleeping three of the five hour flight. I started getting nervous during the last hour, and the adrenalin really started pumping as the plane descended. What the hell was I doing? The realization that this could go all sorts of bad finally set in, and I was scared.

The cab drive to the mansion was worse. My blood pumped too fast, my hands were clammy, and I had to talk myself down to calm my breathing.

Celeste met me at the door. She knew. Alicia called her. She smiled a sad smile and told me he was in the office.

“Does he know I’m here?” I asked, hoping she kept her mouth shut.

“Nope, and I’m leaving. You have my number if you need me.” Celeste thought the whole baby thing was crazy too. I could tell she didn’t like it either. Whatever, it was none of her business either.

Breathing one more deep breath, I opened the office door. Drew looked up, dumbfounded that I was there. Standing he instantly came to me.

“What’s wrong? Is Nicholas okay?” he asked with a worried tone.

“Yes, he’s fine.”

“Are you okay? Morgan, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t want to be away from you anymore, Drew. I want our family back.”

Drew smiled, leaned against his desk, and pulled me towards him. “I know you do. I’m working on it.”

“I mean now. Right this second. I don’t want to wait for you to get better or whatever you think you need. I want to help you. I want to be here to help you.”

“I don’t want you here. We’re not going to be in this house anymore. Didn’t you see all the boxes?”

“Boxes? What do you mean?”

“I sold the mansion. We’re not living here anymore. I need to be away from this house, and the memories.”