Another week had past, and I still hadn't told josh. I could tell he was starting to question why I was so sick in the mornings, but, he still never asked what was wrong. He just made me feel better and didn't say a word. It made me concerned if he figured it out, but hasn't said anything because I haven't either.
I'm now a day away from being six weeks in. My stomach has grown quite a little, and form fitting shirts no longer fit, same with some pairs of my skinny jeans.
Each time I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at my stomach. I now looked like I was constantly stuffed full of food.
I grow more nervous as the days go on, fear still getting the best of me.
Deep down I know everything will be fine, but then I see him leaving me, and it shuts down all of my confidence.
I woke up at around three in the morning, really hungry for some vanilla ice cream and peanut butter. Slowly removing josh's hand from around my waist, and baby bump, I sneak out of bed and out of the room.
I quietly make my way into the kitchen and go straight for the peanut butter. I take a spoon out from the silverware and dip it into the container. Bringing the peanut butter to my lips, I moan at the taste.
Turning around, I open the freezer and scavenge for the vanilla Hagen Daas pint container. I let out a squeal of delight as soon as I found it, and I pulled it out. I turned around and almost screamed.
"Holy fuck, Josh." I put my hand over my chest as soon as I realize it was him.
"What are you doing?" He barely sounds awake, and his raspy voice sends a chill down my spine.
"Um...eating?" My voice quiets down in a guilty tone.
"Ty, baby, it's three am." He rubs his eyes and he's a little more alert.
I feel myself get hormonal really quickly, and suddenly I'm crying.
"I was just hungry."
Josh is now wide awake as soon as I'm crying. "Oh hell, Ty it's ok." He takes the ice cream out of my hands and sets it down on the counter before pulling me into a hug.
"I just wanted some peanut butter and ice cream." I blubber into his shirt.
He lifts me up and sets me on the counter. "Alright, then let's get you some peanut butter and ice cream."
I stop crying instantly, and smile.
He takes the carton of peanut butter, and pulls out the spoon. "Alright, open your mouth." He tells me, and I do so.
I moan when the peanut butter hits my tongue, again.
I could tell josh was weirded out as to why I was moaning over peanut butter at three am, but let a person live their life how they want, Alright?
He feeds me a couple more spoonfuls, until he stops.
"You have some on your face." He points to the corner of his mouth, and I stick my tongue out to lick where he showed me.
"Did I get it?"
"No, try again."
Pouting, I try again. I look back at him. "Did I get it now?"
He shakes his head.
"Let me get it for you." And he leans in quickly, and kisses the corner of my mouth.
Now absolutely horny due to my raging hormones, I pull him in for a full kiss and slip my tongue in his mouth.
I could tell he's a little shocked at my actions, but complies nonetheless.
We make out for another minute or so until I let out a moan, and he pulls away.
"Alright ty, what the hell is going on?" He asks me.
I'm dumbfounded by his sudden action.
"What?"
"What is going on with you? You wake up every morning throwing up, you are now eating weird things at weird times, and your emotions are all over the place." He explains in a rough tone.
I unwrap my arms from his neck and put them in my lap, looking down.
"Will you please tell me what the hell is going on? I know it's not like you to eat peanut butter and ice cream at three am."
I start crying again, not being able to control my emotions. Goddess, this is one of the sucky things about being pregnant.
He sighs when he sees I'm crying again. "I'm sorry for my tone." He lifts my head so my gaze meets his. "Just please tell me what's going on? I'm getting worried."
I shake my head and pull my head from his hands.
He huffs. "Fine. I'm going back to bed. Feel free to join me when you're done eating."
He begins to leave but I grab his wrist quickly.
"Wait." I whisper.
He lets me pull him back in front of me. "Are you going to tell me?" He asks impatiently.
"I'm pregnant." I say, very quietly. So quiet, it's hard for even me to hear.
"Fine, if you're not going to tell me." He takes his wrist away from my grasp and begins to leave.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant." I say. This time, it was loud and clear.
I see him pause and turn around in the corner of my eye.
"What?" He slowly makes his way back in front of me.
I could barely make him out because of how watery my eyes were. I poured and repeated it again.
"I'm pregnant. And it's yours. You're the only guy I have ever been with, in that way." A few tears fall down my cheeks.
He looks at my stomach, and I'm sure he can sort of see my growing bump through his loose shirt.
"Ty, why are you crying? This is great news." He scoots my body closer to him as he hugs me.
"Because I don't want you to leave me." I mumble.
He pulls away quickly. "Ty, look at me."
I reluctantly look into his eyes.
"I love you more than anything. I would never leave you. Nor would I ever leave Arina, and now our second baby."
I release another sob.
Oh fuck pregnancy hormones. I'm so over them.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He pulls me back into him and rubs my back.
"Don't worry about it. I know now." He slowly rocks us back and forth.
It slowly stops my crying, and I bask in the moment.
But I remember how hungry I was for the ice cream I never had, and I start crying again.
"Ty, why are you still crying?" He asks me as he pulls away.
"I never ate my vanilla ice cream." I whine.
He just starts laughing, and reaches over for the ice cream on the counter.
"Let's get you some vanilla ice cream, then."