You were not feeling good this morning, you get up and throw up. Robbie slept the whole time. He just got home from a long flight.
You shut the door and took a test, you thought you might be.
You wait and the look: sure enough it was positive.
You smile and think of ways to tell Robbie.
The next morning you made him breakfast and then brought it to bed.
"Baby...wake up." You said kissing his ear.
He moved around a little and woke up.
"Morning." He said smiling.
He smiled at breakfast and started eating.
You watch him and eat a little food not feeling good from throwing up.
"You okay? You don't look good.."
He said studying your face.
You laugh.
"I was sick this morning. Morning sickness."
"Oh what caused that?"
"Baby.."
"What?"
"Baby.."
"I said what.."
You laugh knowing you called him babe and baby all the time.
"A baby, baby."
He starred at you. "Baby? Like baby?" He said looking at your stomach.
You laugh and nod.
"Baby!!" He laughed and hugged you tight. "A baby!"
You laugh as he freaks out.
