“Calm down, Callie,” Zoey quietly demanded before dropping down onto her knees next to me, grabbing the box from its spot on the floor and opening it. “Here. If you really think you are, then let’s get this over with. The more time you wait won’t change the outcome.”
“Fine.” I held out my hand and she placed the stick in it that brought back way too many memories that I just wanted to forget. Stop, Della. I shook my head. This time was completely different. I was an adult, not a teenager who had no clue what they were doing. Justin and I were completely, head over heels in love. We lived together! Callie and Zoey both continued to stare at me as I unwrapped the stick. “Um…guys? Think you could give me a minute here?”
“Fine, but we’re gonna be right outside the door. Don’t try any funny business, missy.” Callie pointed a finger at me, scowling slightly, and I rolled my eyes at her trying to be a badass. That would never be possible.
So, after I peed on the stick and waited the three minutes, staring at the thing the whole time, the little positive sign popped up on the screen. I felt like my whole world had been pulled out from underneath my feet, even though I had seen this coming. Actually seeing proof made it feel real, and I didn’t know how to deal with that.
So, of course, we did what Callie and I did for every kind of problem that existed. Shopped. Zoey even tagged along on that trip. I was hoping it would take my mind off things, but then we walked past a baby boutique and I did a double take. It’s like there was a magnet drawing me toward the door and I couldn’t help but go in. I ended up coming out of there with about four bags full of tiny baby things.
“So, you’re sure you’re okay with all of this?” Callie placed a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to look at her, and I easily smiled back.
“Completely. Now, I just need to tell Justin.”
“Well, have fun with that one,” Zoey said smugly before they both told me goodbye.
A million different ideas ran through my head of how exactly to go about telling him. I knew Justin would be a good dad, but I wasn’t sure if he was really ready to be one yet. After about a week of thinking I finally came up with an idea. He was going to be pissed as hell. Justin hated surprises. Really, I didn’t even know if hated was a strong enough word. He had gotten me plenty of times, but now it was my turn.
I drove down Carter Street, one of the main roads that ran right past the campus, pressing on the gas a little more when I realized I was only doing five over. Yeah, that wouldn’t do, but I wasn’t exactly used to this car, since I borrowed it from Zoey’s mom so I could remain stealthy.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing flashing lights, and squealed in glee. I never thought I would be so happy to get pulled over. I sat, clutching the steering wheel, not believing what I was actually going to do. I was a tiny bit nervous, but really, I was more excited than anything.
I heard a tapping on my window, so I turned my head to see Justin standing there in that uniform that still did all sorts of crazy things to me. One hand was on his hip, and he slowly pushed up his sunglasses, uncovering those beautiful gray eyes of his that were wide with shock. He motioned for me to open the door, so I did, and he ushered me out by my hand.
“What in the hell are you doing, princess?” He pursed his lips as if he were trying to figure out what was going on but I knew he wouldn’t. There was no way in hell. Unless Ty had blabbed his mouth, and then I really would be going to jail for killing a certain cop. “Whose car is this? Did you know you were going almost twenty over back there? Why exactly are you smiling about this? It’s not funny, Della.”
I took a deep breath, grabbing onto both of his hands. “Well, I sort of planned this whole thing.” His mouth dropped open as he shifted on his feet.
“What?”
“Listen, I know this is going to sound strange.” I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, the nerves suddenly hitting me full on. “But you have always been the one to make me feel special, to plan all of our dates that never cease to amaze me, and to treat me like I really am a princess even though I can be a big pain in the ass most of the time.” He smirked, reaching out to cup my chin in his fingers.
“Most of the time,” he agreed, winking.