“What are you saying, Jasmine?” I asked. “Are you saying you want to get pregnant?” “I’m saying… I already am.” “You…” I shook my head, speechless, and then my hands traveled from where they held her waist to wrap around her stomach. It was still smooth and toned and impossibly flat. And yet, it wouldn’t be soon. Everything caught up to me in one crash of emotions, my eyes welling with tears as I pulled her into my chest, hugging her tight, kissing her hair over and over again. “You’re pregnant,” I whispered, shaking my head. “We’re having a baby.”
