One Timers

I’ve been avoiding this moment for almost two weeks, hoping that the sickness would go away. Hoping that I’m just stressed out about the playoffs, and that’s why I didn’t get my period this month. I mean, I’m on the pill. I have been for years.

But the daily sickness hasn’t gone away.

Taylor is going to be so mad at me when he gets home.

I sit on our bed, my leg bouncing up and down. He’s going to blame me. He’s going to think I did this on purpose. He’s an NHL star in the prime of his career. He can’t have a family. A girlfriend, sure. But a baby? He’s going to break up with me.

The timer on my phone goes off and I feel like I’m going to throw up. This is it. I make my way into the bathroom and look at the stick on the counter, praying it says negative. Not only is Taylor not ready for this, but I’m not either.

I look down at the test and my heart stops.
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Taylor finds me curled up in a ball on our bed four hours later, still crying.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks.
“I didn’t do it on purpose.” I sob. “I swear, I didn’t.”
“You didn’t do what on purpose?”
I nod towards the bathroom and he makes his way over to the door. I close my eyes, not wanting to see his fury when he sees it. I hear something drop to the floor in the bathroom and brace myself for his anger.

“Is this real?” He asks from the doorway. “Baby, don’t fuck with me. Is this real?”
“Yes.” I choke. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, making my eyes fly open.
“You’re in the prime of your career. You can’t have a baby right now.”
“I-I can’t have a baby?” He laughs. “Fuck, all I’ve been thinking about lately is how badly I want one. I see guys all across the league with little ones, teaching them how to skate and shit. I didn’t think you wanted one, so I never brought it up. But hell, I’d do anything for a kid. And now you’re giving me one.”

He smiles brightly and the implications of his words start to seep into my brain.

“You’re- you’re not mad at me?” I ask, bewildered.
He laughs and walks over to the bed. He grabs my arms and pulls me into the biggest hug I’ve ever had.
“How in the hell could I be mad? I’m gonna be a dad.”
“I thought you’d be upset. I told you I’m on the pill, so we never used condoms. And I am on the pill. I was. I’ve never missed one. But now all of a sudden I’m- I’m....”
“You’re pregnant.” He smiles.
“I thought you’d be mad at me.” I admit.
“I’m telling you right now, love. I’m so ready to be a father. And I know you’re going to be a fantastic mommy.”

For the first time, a smile finds its way across my lips.
“I’m going to be a mommy.”

Taylor presses his lips to mine, gently at first. But we both deepen it and I release all the emotions that have been building up inside of me. Taylor isn’t mad. He’s actually excited. We’re going to be parents together.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, pulling away slightly and resting his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know. I’m just so relieved.”

Notes

Requested! Hope you like it.

Sorry it's a little short.