Coming Home

I sat back down on her bed, and pulled her into my arms. Dispite the fact that I was in total shock, I knew that Andi was ashamed of herself and wanted, no needed, my support and approval of her.

"Andi," I whispered to her. "It's alright. I love you." I had said it, but I didn't think that she knew how I ment it. I said it to the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the woman I wanted to take my name, and carry my children. She just nodded, her head bumping my chin in the process. No, she didn't know.

"When will you know?"

"Know what?" She asked.

"If your pregnant or not." I said, trying to keep the images of Andi with a distended belly full of my child get in the way of a potentially serious discussion. It was really hard to do.

"Next week."

So be it.