| Surprise |
| My first capture. |
| �Why am I here?� She stopped dead in her tracks, the warm welcome dying in her throat. The look she gave him was pained. �You don�t want to be here?� The panic in her voice frightened him. He put a hand on her arm and clasped the other tightly behind her neck. �It�s not that. You know it�s not that. Just, the urgency, the secretiveness ...� He locked eyes with her. �You scared me.� She sighed deeply and rested her head against his chest. �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to scare you or worry you.� �Baby,� he kissed the top of her head, �you called me home from the tour. I worry about you all the time. You�re my wife, and you�re alone. I worry. But calling me home from the tour ...� He lifted her chin. �I�m scared to death, but I�m here. There are a million things running through my mind, thousands of reasons I needed to come home, hundreds of scenarios. Pick one for me.� As he spoke, he led her to the couch, pulled her onto his lap. His hands massaged her tense shoulders. �I�m pregnant,� she whispered. Hands suddenly slid down her bare arms and rested in the crook of her elbows. �You�re what?� he asked slowly. �Pregnant,� she repeated hesitantly, waiting for his reaction. �Pregnant,� he echoed. She stared straight ahead of her, at the wall. Her shoulders remained rigid. They hadn�t planned this, weren�t ready for this yet. But she had secretly wanted it. And she felt guilty. Suddenly, his arms were around her, pulling her body into his chest. �I love you so much,� he whispered into her ear while squeezing her tightly to him. �So much.� She smiled and finally relaxed against him. He was all around her, it seemed, and it made her feel warm and loved. She rested one of his hands over her belly. Warm and loved, she thought, just like our baby. Misfits ~Home~ ~Plot Mistress~ |