Swallowing hard, I gave Aaron a smile. “Um . . . I’m not really in the mood for wine.”
Aaron’s eyes softened as he pulled me to him. “Damn, you still can’t keep anything down?”
I didn’t want to lie to Aaron and truth be told, I was dying to tell him.
Holding my finger up, I placed my wine glass on the bar and I walked over to my purse to get the sonogram picture. Once Doctor Wilkins asked me a few questions, she suggested taking a pregnancy test first before we tested for the flu. I had mentioned we had been trying to have a baby, and she immediately had me peeing in a cup. My periods had been all kinds of messed up since I stopped taking birth control. I’d gone the first two months with no period at all. When I barely spotted the third month, I gave up on doing the home pregnancy tests because each time was a letdown. My emotions couldn’t take it anymore. I had one normal period in February and then nothing again in March. I hadn’t even paid attention that I hadn’t started yet in April.
Pulling out the envelope, I smiled and turned around. Aaron was staring at me with a confused look on his face.
Walking back over to him, I handed him the envelope. “Here ya go.” Looking at it and then back to me, Aaron set his wineglass down next to mine.
“What’s this?” he asked as he opened the envelope.
I held my breath as he began to pull the paper out. I had stopped at Hobby Lobby on the way home and bought some cute scrapbook paper. I glued our baby’s first picture onto it and then stamped out the words, Daddy’s little angel. Something deep within me told me it was a girl.
“W-what . . . what is . . .” Aaron stared at the paper for the longest time. When I saw the tears fall from his eyes, I began crying as I covered my mouth. Running his fingers lightly over the picture, Aaron looked at me.
“Sierra,” he whispered.
Whispering back, I said, “Aaron.”
Looking back down at the picture, Aaron shook his head. “A baby. Oh my God. We’re having a baby.”