Collision Course

The warm water felt good against my skin. Granted, it was not as nice as being in Liam’s arms, but it was nonetheless welcome. The water fell over my body leaving a path of calmness. Yet it did nothing to calm my nerves or my mind.

“What am I going to do?” I silently asked my self.

The shampoo in the shower was foreign to me. It smelled different and wrong, ruining the initial calm that had swept over me. It hit me; I couldn’t deal or process this whole thing on my own. I had no choice to but involve Liam with everything. No matter the consequences.

Liam was dressed by the time I returned. The bed was made and he seemed ready for anything.

“Do you want to have a breakfast picnic with me?” I asked still holding a towel around my naked body.

“Sounds like a great idea to me. Put something warm on. I’ll get the food.” He replied.

Twenty minutes later I found Liam in the kitchen putting a few final items into his mother’s picnic basket. “You ready?” He asked when I snaked my arms around him from behind.

“Where are we going?” I asked taking in a deep drag of breath and of his masculine sent. Taking my hand and planting a kiss on the palm, he began to lead me to the front door.

“I was thinking West Park. There are plenty of benches with some good views.” Leading me, he pulled me to the car and opened the passenger side door for me.

The park was nice. Liam blabbered about childhood memories of playing football and tag with his friends here. I enjoyed hearing about a time when he was so carefree. I didn’t want to interrupt him or the beauty found in his sentimentality.

“Liam, Hun. It sounds like you had a great time here in your childhood. But aren’t you in the least bit curious as to why I wanted to get you out of the house?” I questioned.

“Quite curious, actually.” Liam answered before biting into some of the fruit he had packed.

I took a deep breath to helm compose me. “Last night while helping your mother with the popcorn, I was overwhelmed with nausea. That’s why I went running to the bathroom with your mother hot on my heals.” I began, still trying to figure out how to articulate the necessary words to Liam. “I didn’t understand why it happened, but your mother did.”

Liam was silent as he drank in every word. Still a little unsure of myself, I continued down what I felt was the best path. Brutal honesty. “What I am trying to say is I think I might be pregnant.”

His face was blank. No emotion showing and my stomach began doing flips. I hadn’t even taken the time to think about how he would react. Then, his face and body language changed. It took a split second, like the time between flipping a switch and when the light actually turns on. A huge smile took over his face and he radiated happiness and excitement.

“You’re pregnant.” He exclaimed as he pulled me out of the bench and swung me around. “We’re pregnant!” He exclaimed and continued spinning a giggling me around, drawing looks from a few fellow park dwellers.

“I don’t know, Liam. I might be.” I said finally when he had put be back on my feet.

“Well, when can we find out for sure?” He asked, as giddy as a kid in a candy store.

“I suppose today.” I said. “You’re not upset?”

“Upset? Are you kidding me?” He pulled me close. Holding my face between his hands, he firmly stated. “I love you, Allie! How could I possibly be upset if we were to have a child to continue our love?”

He dropped his hands from my face but did not let me go. Studying my face, he finally said, “Is that why last night was all about? You were crying because you thought I wouldn’t be happy?”

Slowly, I answered him, finding myself quite emotional. “The crying, yes. Partially from fear of not knowing how you would react, but also because it is scary. The possibility of not being with my family and not knowing very many people here. I guess my emotions just got the better of me.”

It was the longest five minutes of my life sitting on the side of the bathtub side by side with Allie. She had a death grip on my hand but was not saying a word. It was the first time I had been able to take time to actually think about the whole situation. I had always wanted a kid but never thought about it happening so soon. If Allie really was pregnant, if we were pregnant, it scared me. I didn’t know the first thing about being a father. What would happen to my career? Would I be able to tour still? Of course I would be able to, but how would Allie handle it if I went away for six months of her pregnancy? What about if I took her with me? The big question was do I want a kid, now, with Allie? The answer was a resounding yes!

Ding. The alarm went off signaling it was time to look at the pregnancy test we had purchased from a drug store. Lets hope a picture of us there does not surface, or that the cashier does not sell the story to some sleazy tabloid.

“I cant look. You do it.” Allie said. If it was possible, she had tightened the grip on my hand.

“Before we look, you need to know that I do want a kid with you. That either way, I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. I see a future with us, and yes we might have started our whole relationship slightly skewed, it does not mean it can not be a lasting relationship.” That was the first time I had said do her that I saw a future with her. It was my little admission of a plan that I found hard to admit to even myself.

“I love you, Liam!” She murmured, “But can we just look at it? You’re making me nervous.”

Gingerly, like it was a matter of life or death, I picked up the stick, drew in a deep breath, and looked at it. “Looks like you’re stuck with me. We’re pregnant.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “We’re pregnant?” She asked.

“We are pregnant, Allie. We are going to have a kid.” I cried, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“We are going to have a kid.” She repeated between her gentle sobs. “Oh my Liam. We are going to be parents.”