Friday Fun ~ Writing Prompt: I’m Late

This is a little something I whipped up from this writing prompt from The Girl Who Reads’ blog. 

And the prompt is … 

“Ugh, it’s Monday; I just spilled coffee on my white shirt and I’m late,” I cried.

It really didn’t matter that I spilled on myself, I shouldn’t be drinking the stuff anyway. Also, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was just extremely emotional and I really loved the white pajama shirt I was wearing.

“Babe, why are you so upset? And, late? Where are you going?” asked my darling husband.

I laughed, sort of hysterically. I was losing my mind. Must have been part of the emotional thing that had been going on for the past few weeks.

I turned around to face my gorgeous man and melted at his innocently confused face. Did I want to tell him my suspicions now and risk the heartache if it wasn’t so, or did I share with him the one thing we had been yearning for the past year and a half? I really wanted to share.

“Honey, I’m not going anywhere.” I walked toward him and cupped his face with my hands. His rough beard poked my skin as I rubbed my thumbs across his cheeks. “I’m late. You know I’m never late, and for the past year and a half I’ve been on schedule, exactly twenty-eight days.” I let that hang between us, hoping he’d get the gist of what I was saying.

“Late? Twenty-eight days? What?” he sputtered. “Are we … are you … huh?”

A smile spread across my cheeks at the pure, innocent expression of hope and fear that appeared on his face.

I nodded and added so it would be clear, “I think so. I mean, we need to make an appointment to confirm, but I think this is it. I even have all the symptoms: tender breasts, emotional wreck, and I’ve been exhausted lately.” The smile never left my face.

Matt pulled me tightly toward him and wrapped me in his arms. With his face buried in my hair, he murmured sweet loving words of thanks.

I nestled my face into his chest and listened as his heart beat with such excitement, and I gripped the back of his shirt. We needed this. He had stood by me all that time and never once blamed me for not giving him a child and never once allowed me to feel sorry for myself. All I wanted to do for him was give him a piece of us, our love, and it was finally happening.