'I want a baby' ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
They’d been married less than a year.
A rather blissful almost-year, if one didn’t count the occasions when her husband came home bloody and jacked up on adrenaline. Or had to leave their bed in the middle of the night to deal with “business”. Not that she has any right to complain; she lives the life, was born into it, and knows exactly who she had asked to marry her.
That didn’t stop her from setting down the paintbrush with a shaky hand.
Ironic that he makes this statement now.
She stands and on bare feet and crosses over to the desk on the other side of the room, where her computer and Wacom tablet sit. As a wedding gift, Salvatore had converted one of the rooms in his home into an art studio for her own personal use. It’s one of the most thoughtful things some had ever done for her, and she loves the room. Her own personal sanctuary that he occasionally invades, like now, where he’s leaning against the doorjamb and looking devastating even in his relaxed state.
She gestures him over, still unable to speak, and pulls open one of the drawers before removing a stained paint rag. She sets it down on the wooden surface of the desk and peels the cloth open. Wrapped within are at least four pregnancy tests, all positive.
“I took these yesterday.” She finally murmurs. “I was going to tell you, but I think I’m still getting over the shock. So... surprise?”
Then she jumped him, because what better way to celebrate than sex?
It’s not like they had to worry.
She was already pregnant.
