Page 34 of Text Me A Kiss

Graham spent as much time at home as he could, but I never minded when he had to stay late at the office. Sometimes, he even managed to maneuver his schedule so that he could work from home, sitting next to me on his king-sized bed with his laptop while we watched movies or shows.

I needed this. After spending four years focusing only on school and dance, these weeks off felt so good— and I had someone to share them with. A man with whom I could raise a child.

There were things we still hadn’t figured out. I needed to decide what my career would become, since I wouldn’t be able to keep dancing and training hard for much longer. Four weeks along, morning sickness hadn’t hit (please let me be one of those women who don’t have to deal with that) and I still only showed a little bit.

But soon, I would show. My baby bump would be too obvious to hide. I guess that was why Graham kept bringing up my parents.

“Your dad talked about you at the office today. I think he misses you.” That had been his first attempt to bring up the subject of telling my parents. I had said something like “Mhm”, and he hadn’t forced the issue.

Next time, Graham had brought up the subject through ballet. Had I thought about what to do next? Did I want to talk to him… or someone else about it?

Finally, he had given up and told me straight, “I think we should tell your parents. It’s been almost four weeks.”

I’d found yet another excuse not to tell them. Graham wasn’t happy with it, but again, he didn’t press very hard. I just needed a little more time to make up my mind and find the right words to say.

A little more time.