Band on the Run.

I was finishing up dinner when Roger came home, I felt my heart pound as I remembered the task that I had. I was so scared to tell him, scared of how he would react, and if he would look at me differently. We weren't even married yet.

I felt his lips brush my cheek softly, he had a small smile on his face when I looked over my shoulder at him. He takes a deep breath and kisses my neck, "I love you so much." He whispers. I rolled my eyes knowing that he was trying to get laid.

"Roger, not right now please. We've got some things we need to talk about." I took the food off the stove top and lead him to the living room. I sit on the couch and pat the spot beside me, he sits down and takes my hand. The happy look that was once in his eyes was replaced with panic.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, I nodded.

"Oh yeah, everything is fine. I've just got a little something to tell you."

"Okay, well spill it."

I smile, "Promise not to like throw up, pass out, or anything crazy?"

"You're asking a bit much from me," he chuckles as I raise an eyebrow, "but I promise."

It spills out like word vomit, his eyes become so wide they almost looked like they would pop out. I fought tears but I could still feel one escape and run down my cheek.

"Oh my God!" He says breathlessly, his arms fly around me and he pulls me close to him. He kisses my forehead softly, all the fear I felt before slips away and turns to happiness.

"This is so great, we're gonna have a baby!"