Page 93 of King of Kings

I open the door, putting the test right in front of her face.

“Fuck,” she says, mirroring my words.

“Right? What the fuck am I going to do?” I ask, walking past her, pacing the bedroom.

“You’re going to be a mom! What do you mean ‘what are you going to do?’ This is great news,” she says, clapping.

“What if Knox isn’t ready to be a dad? Oh my God. This is insane. We’ve barely been a couple for five minutes,” I say, dramatically, knowing damn good and well that three years is a long time.

“He’s going to be ready, because it’s with you, and you’ve been together for three years now, almost four. What are you stressing about?” she asks me, her hands cupping my face. “Now, where is he?” she asks.

“He had a meeting at the University today,” I say.

“Okay, when is he supposed to be home?”

I glance over at the clock. “In the next hour.”

“All right, plenty of time to pull yourself together. Everything will be fine. If he’s angry, which he won’t be, but if he is, I’ll come back and kick him in the balls,” she says, making me laugh.

“You’ve got this. He’s going to be shocked like you are, but then the excitement will set in. The two of you are going to be amazing parents,” she tells me.

“How can you be so sure?” I ask.

“Because you’re amazing people,” she says.

“Thank you, Becca,” I say, hugging her.

“Of course. That’s what friends are for,” she says, waving me off.

“Now, call me once you share the news, because I have a little girl at home that’s going to be really excited for you,” she says, smiling.

She hugs me again before leaving.

I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. Things have been amazing between me and Knox, but a baby is a huge deal. I don’t know if we’re ready for this.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my knee bouncing up and down, when he walks downstairs.

“Hey, baby,” he says, smiling.

“How did today go?” I ask, trying to keep my emotions in check.

“It went great,” he says, taking off his watch and sitting it on the dresser. “Are you okay?” he asks, looking at me concerned.

“No. No, I’m not,” I admit as he rushes over next to me.

“What happened?” he asks.

“It’s a lot,” I say.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you might need to sit down,” I say.

“I’m already sitting down,” he says, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head.

“Right. Sorry, I’m really emotional right now,” I say, putting my hand up to my mouth, trying to hold back the tears.

“What’s going on? You’re scaring me,” he says, cupping my face.