She hit the door in a whirlwind, barefoot, and out of breath. She left her shoes by the breakfast table, threw her keys and bag on its surface and ran toward the bedroom. He was in the middle of making dinner and so he saw her…a grown woman, the beautiful grown woman he married, run up the stairs like a kid who just hit a homerun. It took him a split second, looking at her keys and purse then looking down at the shoes she'd discarded. She loved heels, but confessed to not being able to run in them.
He placed a lid on the sauce he'd been stirring and turned the burner off, as well as the oven toasting the cheesy bread she'd taught him how to make. He had a platter of it untoasted because he knew how much she liked them. With a deep voice he called her name in panic. The stove safely secured, he took the stairs two at a time and saw her having a kicking, squealing, giggle fit on their bed.
She screamed from surprise and that scream turned into another giggle as he grabbed her feet, careful not to get hit by their flying fury, and dragged her toward him, slowly lowering himself to her. He kissed her through her giggles. "Had a bad day, huh?" he asked sarcastically.
She rubbed noses with him playfully and added, "It was awful," unsuccessfully stifling another giggle. "I don't even want to talk about it, it was so awful."
He ran a hand down from her nose, zig-zagging down her arm, across her belly, around her navel and to the place where her skirt had raised up to mid-thigh. "then we won't," he said, all the hwile he kissed her thoroughly, telling her as best he could how he didn't care if she didn't want to talk. She knew they were having a conversation already.
She bent her leg up as he slipped the pantyhose from her thighs to her feet, putting her head back as he tossed them along with his shirt to the floor. In the dance that never got old, he took the lead. Her old-fashion heart soared. Like in Beauty and the Beast, the curtains lowered and the lights dimmed…and they danced.
Lying there with him in the aftermath of their love making she raised her head up on one elbow and looked down at him. He was beautiful. His eyes were glazed over as he looked back with his eyelids drooping lazily. A smile played on his face. She never did that. She never just looked at him. She looked into his eyes, she played with his hands, running their fingers together playfully, but she never ran her eyes over him after they had made love. It brought his attention to her alone. He touched her nose like it was a button, raising up to kiss her shortly and soundly. She smiled.
"You're waiting for me to ask, but I won't," he said, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly, faking snobbery so well it made her laugh.
She leaned down to kiss his cheek and whispered in his ear, "I have to tell you something."
He turned his head so their noses were almost touching. "Really?" he whispered back.
She nodded. "and I have to whisper it, or it'll fly away."
"Oh," he said, playing along. "I see."
She kissed him again, grazing his ear with that kiss before whispering deeply. "I'm pregnant."
"What," he asked in a normal voice, breaking the magic a bit. He said nothing as he stood and it surprised her. She rose to a seating position while he paced once and then turned to her.
She couldn't read his eyes and that hurt her on the lowest level of her heart. She went to her knees and shuffled to the edge of the bed in front of him.
There were tears in his own eyes as he raised his hands. The slapped back down to his side, helplessly. He opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out past the lump in his throat. She didn't know if he was angry or hurt or just stunned. Well, she was sure he was stunned, but she didn't know if that was the good kind of stunned or the bad. His voice was jagged when he finally spoke. "And…and you whispered that?"
She was prepared to fight, opening her mouth to say something to their unborn child's defense. But when she saw the smile that forced itself upon him, she felt relieved, her joy instantaneous. He wrapped his arms around her, making her bend backwards—her belly touched his, but he was so distanced from her that she could not move forward because she would fall off the bed. He bent his knees slightly and she squealed when he swung her around and around the room. Then something dawned in his eyes and he set her down and put her at arms length, running his eyes over her. "Are…are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
She laughed and placed his hand on her lower abdomen, shaking her head. He marveled at how she glowed. She always had to him, but it was something about sharing that joy, sharing the fact that they were going to be parents that put the sun to shame. He knelt and kissed that spot just above her navel. She giggled and ran her fingers in his hair. She placed her hand on her belly as well and he kissed her again through her splayed fingers. He was going to be a daddy.