The Lucky One

Staring into the full-length mirror standing in the corner of the room, I could feel the tears well up and pool on my lower lashes. I twisted back and forth, staring at my mid-section. I didn't hear Steven enter our room, so I was startled as he walked up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Noticing my poorly-disguised sniffles, his brow crinkled and he leaned down, pretty far considering the considerable difference between our heights, and spoke quietly into my ear.

"Baby, what's the matter?" He ran his long fingers through the bulk of my curly brown hair, gathering it in one of his large hands and placing it gently over my shoulder. I bit my lower lip, trying to control my crazy emotions, but it was no use. I burst.

"I'M SO FAT!" I wailed, burying my face in my hands and openly weeping like a total crazy lady. I continued for several seconds before realizing Steven had not said a word, still completely silent. I pulled my face from my hands, first noticing my ragged reflection in the mirror before looking up to meet my husband's eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking suspiciously enough as though he were trying to hold back laughter.

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING, YOU JERK?!" My face went straight back into my hands and the sobbing commenced. After only a quick pause, his laughter finally broke through and he buried his face in my hair.

I huffed, struggling to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip on my shoulders before sliding his arms down, wrapping them around my body, just above my stomach.

"Oh, Abby. I love you," he murmured, running the tip of his nose up and down the edge of my jaw before placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. "You are not fat." He reached down, taking the hem of my t-shirt in his fingers and tugging it up over my belly. He splayed each of his hands on either side of my belly button and softly tugged me backward, so my back was pressed firmly to his chest.

I was just far enough along that my protruding stomach was clearly larger than normal, but not quite extended enough to be sure there was a baby growing inside. I had also noticed the small changes in other parts of my body, softening my usually fit shape and adding curves that hadn't existed before. "You're pregnant, honey. And you know what?" he asked, staring into my eyes through the reflection.

"W-what?" I asked, my breathing still choppy.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have seen in all of my 27 years of life. Just look at you." His eyes moved across my face, his expression tender. "I am the luckiest man alive." He rubbed his hands up and down the taught skin of my belly. "You married me, and you're all mine now. And now we're having a baby. What more could I possibly ask for?" He pulled my shirt back into place before lightly spinning me around to face him. He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close and I placed my hands on either side of his face, pulling him down as I lifted myself onto my tiptoes.

As his firm lips tenderly swept across mine, all the bad things went away. After a few moments, I pulled away, lowering myself back onto flat feet and wrapping my arms around him, pressing my face into his chest.

"You're wrong, you know," I whispered.

"Hmm?" He muttered, quietly as I turned my head, placing my ear over his heart.

"I'm the lucky one."

The End