Prologue
Sophie
4 months earlier
“Shit” I curse as I throw the blankets back and scramble out of bed.
“What’s wrong?” Tank murmurs but I don’t have a chance to reply as I rush into the bathroom, flick the lights and begin throwing up chunks into our bathroom toilet.
“Babe?” Tank questions suddenly at the door. He takes one look at me and rushes in to grab hold of my hair which is currently getting a new hairstyle.
“Get out,” I cry. There are a lot of things I’m willing for this man to witness me doing but throwing up isn’t one. We’ve been married for a few years now and yes, they have been glorious but I’m still a woman after all and this woman needs her damn privacy when she needs to blow chunks.
He scoffs as he manages to get the hairband off my wrist and somehow puts my blonde hair in a bun. He gets up and starts wetting a washcloth while my forehead comes down to rest on the cold porcelain of the toilet.
After two more chunk blowing episodes, I’m finally able to get up off the bathroom floor. I instantly fall into Tank’s big arms and he wraps me up as if, after all these years, I’m still the most precious thing to him. “Feeling better?” he asks as he reaches for the washcloth and presses it against my face.
“Yeah, actually. Heaps,” I say. How freaking strange to go from feeling queasy as shit to feeling perfectly fine. I pull out of Tank’s arms, desperate to brush my teeth and get myself back to normal. Actually, I might even jump in the shower and wash my hair after that.
I head over to the vanity and smirk at Tank’s attempt at getting my hair out of the way. I swear, if I was outdoors, a bird would mistake this mess for its nest. I pull open my draw and dig in to find my toothbrush and toothpaste but my hand lands on a little box of tampons instead.
I don’t know why but something strange pulls at me until it suddenly clicks. My whole body freezes as I start doing the math. No, I couldn’t be, could I?
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Tank asks, alarmed by my sudden silence and wide eyes.
“Get out,” I demand, knowing there is no way he is going anywhere unless I physically make him. Using all my strength, I push and prod at him until I can manage to slam the door shut between us, but let’s be real, the man is an absolute monster, if he really insisted on finding out what’s on my mind he could have done it easily. He’s giving me this moment of privacy and I couldn’t be more grateful.
I dash back over to the vanity and pull out the box of pregnancy tests that we keep for those ‘just in case’ moments. I grab all four of the bastards and tear them open. “Babe?” Tank says on the other side of the door as I make myself comfortable on the toilet. “What the hell is going on in there?”
I pop the lids on all the tests and position them between my legs in one hand, I mean, why only pee on one when I can pee on them all, right? Nervousness takes over and I really have to concentrate on what I’m doing. ‘Relax, Sophie. It’s just a little pee, you do it all the time,’ I tell myself over and over again trying to get my body to relax enough.
“Babe?” Tank demands.
“Shut up,” I yell at him. “You’re ruining my concentration.”
“Concentration? What the hell do you need concentration for in the bathroom?” he queries.
“Argh,” I groan. “Be quiet.”
He lets out a frustrating groan of his own before I hear him flop down on the bed but if I was a betting woman, I’d say he’s sitting as close to the bathroom door as damn possible, ready to pounce on me the second I open it.
With him out of the way, I’m able to get this shit done. My body finally relaxes enough and the stream of pee comes happily flowing. Pee goes everywhere as I try to stick my head as far between my legs as possible just to make sure each of the tests gets a sufficient amount of pee but damn, this shit is a lot harder than you think.
I get up off the toilet and quickly go about pulling my pants back up so I can nervously watch the tests for the next two minutes. I lay a tissue down on the vanity and think better of it before grabbing a few more then laying the tests down on top, after all, these bad boys are covered in urine and come to think of it, so are my hands, ugh.
I wash my hands and wait as patiently as possible.
“We’re you seriously just trying to pee?” Tanks asks from the other side of the door.
“Yes,” I groan, rolling my eyes.
“Why the hell did I get pushed out then?” he demands. “I’ve seen you pee millions of times and you know… it’s never really taken this long before.”
“Oh my god, Tank,” I grumble, “Would you shut up, I’m still concentrating,” I tell him as I start to see the first little line beginning to appear on the tests. Holy cow, just a little while longer.
“Babe, let me in.”
“No.”
“I swear, I’m knocking this door down in three seconds,” he tells me.
A second little line appears on all four of the tests and I scramble to get the box to double check the results. “Wait, wait, wait,” I demand as he begins counting down.
“Three.”
My finger hovers over the little pictures in the results sections.
“Two.”
One line. Not pregnant. Two lines. Pregnant. Holy shit.
“One.”
I grab the tests and turn towards the door with tears in my eyes but it’s too late, the door is currently flying off its hinges. “What’s the matter?” Tank asks, putting the door aside as he sees the tears in my eyes.
He rushes towards me but I step back out of his reach as a smile slowly begins taking over my face. He looks down at me in concern, clearly very confused with what the hell’s going on. I hold up the tests so he can see what it is I’ve been doing. “You’re going to be a Daddy,” I tell him as the tears of happiness overflow and run down my face.
“Are you serious?” he questions as he plucks the tests out of my hands and studies each of them with his heart in his eyes.
“Yeah,” I practically giggle.
A wide grin instantly comes over his face. “Fuck, yeah,” he exclaims, throwing the tests up in the air so he can free his hands before crushing his lips down on mine.
“Ugh,” I grunt, pulling back from him. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“I honestly don’t give a shit right now,” he says. “We’re going to be parents,” he adds, probably a little in shock.
“Great parents,” I confirm.