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Pregnant.
She was carrying a child .
Wednesday sat on the lid of the toilet, wondering how she got here. She and Tyler were always careful. He used a condom every time they had intercourse, she couldn’t understand-
Oh .
Well, there had been one occasion where they were careless. Tyler’s self owned bakery and coffee shop now did catering. One such time was at a wedding. She’d been drinking that night while waiting for him to return, and seeing him return that crisp white shirt and fitting black pants made her suddenly filled with overwhelming desire.
She absentmindedly held the pregnancy test. This was certainly unexpected, but not entirely troubling. Over the past couple of years, though she didn’t say any of this out loud, she’d softened up to the idea of children since her teenage years. Wednesday supposed seeing Tyler interact with Enid and Ajax’s nearly one year old son had helped solidify that feeling.
It was rather startling for her, seemingly coming out of nowhere. There on the floor of Petropolus’ living room, Tyler played peek-a-boo with the boy, wearing the widest grin whenever the child burst into giggles. It tugged at something within Wednesday's cold, dead chest.
She kept it to herself, not telling anyone that the sight alone had made her reconsider her thoughts on the matter altogether.
It was no secret that Tyler wanted children of his own. He was very good with them, easily able to calm a crying child down or entertain them. She could already see him dutifully tending to their child once he or she was born, being the father he didn’t have growing up after his mother died.
Now she just needed to tell him.
When Enid was pregnant, she came up with an elaborate way to tell Ajax. It involved far too many bright colors and copious amounts of glitter. Wednesday had to block it completely from her mind in order to regain her sanity back.
She didn’t quite see the point in making a fuss over it and she’d told Enid as such. The she-wolf told her she would understand one day if she became pregnant.
Well, here she was. Pregnant and she still didn’t understand.
“Hey, Wen!” She could hear Tyler calling for her. “The movie’s on!”
“I’m coming!” Wednesday responded. Glancing at the test one more time, she tossed it in the trashcan before going out to join her husband on the couch.
“I would like to congratulate you on your successful sperm.”
Tyler slowly peeled his eyes off the TV, blinking at her in confusion. “Uh.. what?”
Wednesday sat down beside him, facing his direction. Looking at him as though he were an endearingly stupid animal, she said, “Tyler, I’m pregnant.”
Movie forgotten, he stared at her open-mouthed. “You’re pregnant ?”
She nodded. “If you recall, you did not wear a condom when you returned home from catering that wedding.”
Swallowing, some of the happiness morphed into a more neutral expression. “Are you...happy about it?”
“The idea of being a mother is...daunting,” she admitted. “But I must say that I am not against having your child inside of me.”
The feather-light touch from his fingertips was sending shivers down her spine. Tyler brought her closer for a soft kiss. “I love you,” he kept whispering in between the kisses. “I love you so much , Wednesday, and I love our baby.” He placed his hand on her still flat stomach, no doubt imagining the baby that was forming.
Wednesday rolled her eyes with a hint of smile on her lips. “You cannot love it yet,” she grumbled. “You only just learned of its existence.”
Too bad,” Tyler’s hands rested on her hips. “What do you say we go celebrate?”
Catching his meaning, Wednesday nodded eagerly.
She was promptly taken upstairs where their clothes were quickly discarded, given gentle kisses and caresses along her body well into the night.