Sure Thing • Gavi

Bonus Chapter 6: Becoming A Family

🎶 I've Been Waiting For You — Amanda Seyfried, Christine Baranski, Julie Walters 🎶

16th February 2028

"Do you have it?" I whispered to Irene as I let her inside my and Pablo's empty house, while he was at training.
"Why are you whispering?" she asked and looked at me confusedly.
"Right..." I mumbled. "I'm just nervous as hell" I whined.
"Chill, I've got it, everything is going to be alright, we're doing it together" she said and took my hand to squeeze it with a reassuring look.

We both walked upstairs to mine and Pablo's bathroom and I opened the button of my jeans before looking at my friend.
"I'm afraid to miss the stick, maybe I should take a cup and then put it inside?" I asked her, tilting my head.
"Vicky, it's a pregnancy test, not an unsolvable math problem, just take it for Heaven's sake, you're making me nervous now!" Irene chuckled and I joined her.
"Sorry... Ok, give me that" I sighed and took the stick before I sat down on the loo.

"It's not coming out" I giggled and Irene laughed, turning around in an effort to give me some privacy and not make me burst out laughing by just seeing her face. I took a few deep breaths until I felt the tickling sensation in my bladder before my pee finally flowed out of my body and I felt it wetting the test, which I pulled out after one or two seconds, praying that it was soaked enough - I had never ever taken a pregnancy test in my life.

"Ok all done" I announced as I flushed and walked over to my sink to place the stick there.
"Now we wait" Irene said and I nodded.
"How's it going with Juan?" I asked her about her new boyfriend - never would I have thought that forever-single-Irene was going to be tamed by a man.
"He's so amazing. If you're pregnant and your boobs will get all saggy after breastfeeding now, I'm sure he can do an extraordinary job on them in a year or two" she replied and I looked at her very grossed out. Juan was a very accomplished plastic surgeon, but talking about him operating on my boobs was a step too far now, I had known this guy for a month.
"Yeah, we'll probably go for a sibling hopefully instead" I simply replied.

We both took a peek and saw one prominent line, but leaned closer to look for a second one.
"There!" Irene squealed and I squinted my eyes to see better. Maybe there was a second line, and I stared at it as it turned darker.
"YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!" Irene shouted and I put my hands over my mouth.
"Pablo and I are having a baby!" I barely whispered.
"It's happening! It's happening!" Irene exclaimed as she jumped around my bathroom. "How will you tell him?" she asked me.

"I'll get an ultrasound first to be 100% sure. I guess I'll just let the doctor print out a picture and... maybe buy a blaugrana baby bodysuit with his name and the 6?" I asked.
"He'll love that!! I'm so happy for you!" my friend said emotionally as she slung her arms around me.
"Thank you, Irene. I wish Chiara was here with us..." I mumbled and she stroked my shoulder lightly. Chiara was still living in Buenos Aires and her Barcelona life drifted away more and more. I missed her so much, but I know that my persona also remembered her of so much pain and sadness.

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A week later, I was pacing up and down our kitchen nervously, cooking dinner for Pablo and myself, when I heard the door fall into its lock.
"I'M HOME!" Pablo shouted, just having returned from a photoshoot with Nike for the upcoming EUROs in the UK & Ireland.
"IN THE KITCHEN!" I shouted back and he appeared a few seconds later with a smile on his face.
"Hello, you look beautiful today" he said as he walked over to kiss me.
"Thank you" I replied and blushed.

"Any news?" he asked and I shook my head, looking into my pan heavily concentrated.
"There's some mail for you over there" I replied and nodded at the kitchen counter, to which he walked over.
"Bills, bills, and... a parcel... with no sender... weird..." he mumbled as he reached over to pull out a kitchen knife to open it with. He didn't notice my hands shaking as I stirred in one of my pots.