Page 126 of Arranged Control

I kiss him and put the paper away, even though I’m itching to start discussing all the plans I have rattling around in my head.

“I guess it can wait.”

“First thing in the morning, we’ll get you a doctor’s appointment and go from there.”

“That’s two on my list!”

“What’s one?”

“Tell you.”

“Well done.” He squeezes me tightly. “Should we tell the boys?”

“Not yet. After the first trimester.”

“Right. Ah, shit. I have to keep this bottled up, huh?”

“You can handle it.”

“I’ll have to.” He looks up at the boxes filling our house. “Yeah, I think that’ll be no problem at all.”