Satisfied, Enzo pulled me back into his embrace. ”
That’s all I ask.”
Wrapped in his arms, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the two of us, nestled together, lost in a world of our own.
The soft shuffle of movement roused me from a peaceful slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I turned to find Enzo moving about the room, gathering his hockey gear. His face was set in that familiar determined look, signaling the importance of the day.
“Last day, huh?” I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.
He turned, a smile lighting up his features. “Yeah.
Last practice this morning, then the final game tonight.”
I pushed myself up, the covers pooling around my waist. “How about a big breakfast to start the day right?”
Enzo grinned, bending down to press a quick kiss on my forehead. “Sounds perfect.”
I shuffled out of bed, donning a cozy robe before making my way to the kitchen. I could already envision the hearty meal I planned to whip up. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free.Bacon, toast, fresh fruits, and, of course, scrambled eggs.
As the delicious aroma of cooking filled the air, Enzo wandered into the kitchen, dressed in his hockey attire. He sidled up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling into my neck.
“Smells heavenly,” he whispered.
I chuckled, turning to press a peck on his cheek. ” Bacon, toast, and eggs. All for my star player.” Enzo smirked. “I was talking about you,” he murmured. “But the food smells good, too, I guess.”
With a laugh, I landed a smack on Enzo’s chest.
We soon settled down at the dining table, plates heaped with food. The morning light streamed in, casting a warm glow over everything. We dove into the meal, the atmosphere light and carefree.
“So, you think you guys will win tonight?” I asked, taking a sip of my orange juice.
Enzo grinned confidently. “With you cheering me on? Absolutely.”
We continued our banter, talking about the other players, potential strategies, and the excitement surrounding the upcoming match. However, as I forked some scrambled eggs into my mouth, I paused. The taste, the smell—it was just…off. I subtly pushed the eggs to the side of my plate, trying to hide my distaste.
Enzo, too engrossed in his story about a recent scrimmage, didn’t notice my lack of appetite.
“You sure you’re not going to eat your eggs?” he asked eventually, eying my plate.
“Oh,” I hesitated, searching for an excuse. “I realized I’m not too hungry. You can have them if you want.”
Without a second thought, Enzo happily scooped them onto his plate, devouring them with gusto.
After finishing our meal, we stood, Enzo pulling me into a tight embrace. “Thank you for breakfast,” he murmured. “I promise to score a goal just for you tonight.”
I smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Just don’t get injured, alright? I wanna watch the game, not be on team doctor duty. Just for tonight.”
He nodded, pressing a lingering kiss on my lips. ” Always. See you at the game, love.”
As I watched him leave, a warm feeling bubbled up within me. I was so incredibly lucky to have him in my life.
However, as I began scraping the leftover bits from our plates, that same off-putting scent from the eggs hit me again. This time, it was much stronger, causing my stomach to churn violently. Abandoning the dishes, I sprinted to the bathroom, just barely making it in time.
As I knelt there, gasping for breath and trying to pull myself together, my thoughts raced. I quickly did the mental math-the dates, the timing.
Could it be? No, it was probably just something I ate or… Or maybe…
My heart thudded wildly as the realization set in. I rested a hand against my belly, the implications of my sudden illness becoming all too clear.
“Oh, no,” I murmured to myself, the possibilities dawning on me. “Should I take a pregnancy test?”
The porcelain was cold against my forehead as I rested there for a moment, letting the queasiness subside. The initial shock of throwing up had passed, and now a million thoughts ran through my mind.
And then there was the most important question of them all: “Could I be pregnant?”
Slowly pushing myself up, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked a bit glassy, and my face paler than usual.
“It could just be a hangover,” I whispered, trying to reassure myself. Or perhaps those eggs from breakfast had turned bad.
I let out a shaky breath, steadying myself. A pregnancy test would confirm things, but was I ready to know? I could feel my heart racing at the mere thought. “Maybe give it a couple of days,” I murmured. If the symptoms persisted, I’d take the test.
Padding to our cozy living room, I wrapped myself in a soft throw blanket, letting the plush fabric comfort me. The golden morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room. With everything so quiet and still, it was the perfect environment to let my thoughts wander.
What if I was pregnant? The initial panic slowly gave way to a gentle curiosity. How would it feel to carry a life inside me? To create something so magical and miraculous with Enzo?
Our lives would change, undoubtedly. But, wasn’t change often a good thing? Besides, we had such a strong bond, and I could see the joy in Enzo’s eyes whenever he interacted with children. He had that innate paternal instinct that made kids gravitate towards him.
Laying my hand on my still-flat stomach, I tried to imagine a baby bump there, growing with each passing month. How would it feel to have little kicks from within, to hear a heartbeat that wasn’t mine but was because of us?
Letting out a soft chuckle, I recalled how Enzo would often tease me, saying our baby would inherit my fiery spirit and his mischievous charm. We’d joked about it so often that it almost felt like a distant dream. Yet, now, it might just be a reality.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I contemplated further. The late nights, the early mornings, the first words, the first steps… There’d be challenges, of course. But with Enzo by my side, those challenges would transform into beautiful memories. We’d navigate them together, as we always did.
The idea of our home filled with the laughter of a little one, toys strewn around, and walls adorned with baby pictures made my heart swell. A mini Enzo or a mini me running around, causing havoc and filling our lives with untold joy.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I thought, “Is this really happening? Am I actually considering this?” And the surprising answer was, maybe. Maybe I wasn’t as averse to the idea as I’d initially thought.
Maybe the universe had plans for us that we hadn’t yet considered. We were still young, yes, but we could make it work. I could still finish medical school. Enzo could still follow his own dreams…
Maybe. I hoped. Or would a baby throw a wrench into everything?
Just then, the chirping of my phone broke my reverie. An incoming message from Enzo flashed on the screen. “Hey love, practice is intense today.
Thinking of you. Can’t wait to see you later x.”
A broad smile spread across my face as I typed a quick reply. “All the best, superstar. We’re cheering for you, always.” The ‘we’ in my message felt oddly fitting, even if it might just be my imagination for now.
Placing the phone back on the coffee table, I leaned back, lost once again in my thoughts. Whatever the future held, whatever challenges lay ahead, one thing was certain: together, Enzo and I could face anything.
But if that ‘anything’ included a baby, would it be a journey that we were both ready to embark on?
The chilly wind outside the hockey arena bit at my face, but the growing anticipation of watching Enzo play his last game warmed me from the inside. Lori and Jessica met me at the entrance, both donned in jerseys and hats supporting our team.