After parting ways with Hudson, I stopped by the grocery store and loaded up on ingredients.
I was going to welcome Darrell home with a lavish dinner.
When I heard his car pull into the driveway, I settled onto the couch and placed the prenatal report beside me.
The moment Darrell walked through the door, I rearranged my expression and rushed toward him.
"You're home! I have great news."
"Oh? I actually have something to tell you too."
I blinked up at him. I knew exactly what he was going to say. He had no idea what I was about to say.
"You first," I said, keeping my voice light.
Darrell gave me a gentlemanly smile. "Ladies first."
Fine. Why bother being polite? I carefully pulled out the prenatal report and held it up in front of his face.
"We're having a baby."
I knew full well Darrell didn't want this child. But I needed to throw a wrench in his plans.
The excitement that had been on his face a moment ago froze solid.
A good ten seconds passed before he managed to force the corners of his mouth upward. "Really? We're... having a baby?"
I watched beads of sweat slowly form along his hairline. A telltale sign of nerves.
"Honey, are you so happy you're in shock?" I teased, grinning wide.