Midday the following day rolls around and we are in the waiting room at the doctor's office. Lex and I got here twenty minutes early. We have been holding hands, more for me to keep me calm, since the smell of the sterile office makes me want to throw up again.

I read an article once that stated if you are feeling nauseous then you should hum, since the vibrations from the humming keep whatever is coming up to stay down.

I have been quietly doing that to make sure that my stomach contents stay down.

A beautiful woman in her late thirties walks up to us, "Mr. and Mrs. Cain? If you would follow me to my office please."

Once we get to her office we take a seat on the plush chairs in her office. The space is more modern and less clinical and medical than I thought it would be. Her caramel brown skin glows under the sunlight coming in through her wide window. "Now what seems to be the problem?", she asks us, her kind eyes crinkle slightly at the corners.

I explain to her that I have been feeling sick the past two days. I tell her how I have not been able to keep food down and how exhausted I have been.

"I thought I may have the flu or a stomach virus. But then I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive", I say in conclusion.

As I was speaking she wrote down on her notebook. She looks up at us, "I will need to run some tests just to confirm the pregnancy and to see if there isn't anything to worry about."

A moment later, she takes a blood and urine sample. So I go to the bathroom attached to her office and pee in a cup, which makes me feel like some delinquent who is taking a drug test while out on parole from jail.

We wait in her office while she leaves with the samples. The wait is torture, I don't like waiting for anything. I'm one of those people who gets pissy if my order takes longer than expected at restaurants.

And I used to be a waitress...oh the irony.

Dr. Stone walks in with a blue folder and a small smile on her face. Once she is seated in front of us, she opens the folder and reads through it.

"Well Mrs. Cain,I can confirm that you are indeed pregnant. Your vitals look good. Everything you're feeling now is normal within the first few months of pregnancy. "

My hand goes over my abdomen as the reality of the situation dawns over me while she continues to speak.

"You're just suffering from morning sickness. I'll prescribe you with something that will help with the nausea and also prenatal medication for you and the baby."

I speak up, asking a question that's been plaguing me since I found out that I am pregnant, "Doctor...I am on birth control. So how is the pregnancy possible?" I am elated about having a baby but the logical part of my brain wants to understand what happened.

"It does happen sometimes where the shot is not a hundred percent effective." she says answering my question.

Or Lex has some super sperm that surpasses the effect of birth control., my subconscious makes her presence known. I come back to reality as Lex speaks with the doctor.

"How far along is she?", my husband asks.

The doctor flips through the folder and gives us an answer, "For that we'll have to do an endovaginal ultrasound. If Rosalie is okay with that" she says the last part looking straight at me.

"Yeah, let's do that." I say softly.

We are transferred to another room and Dr. Stone hands me a robe to change into. After changing, I lay down on the bed while she sets up the ultrasound. I feel the wand go inside of me, it feels weird but not painful.

"There's the baby."

We look upon the screen to see a little blip. The doctor continues speaking, "Looks like you're about six weeks pregnant."

My heart clenches when we hear the heartbeat. Tears fill my eyes as Lex and I hold hands. We're going to have a baby. There's a little person that is going to join our family in the coming months.

She prints out the picture for us and hands it over to Lex. We have a moment of privacy while I get dressed again. Lex looks over to me with teary eyes. He quickly blinkis them away.

"A baby." I say as he holds me close to his chest.

He kisses the top of my head and pulls away to gaze into my eyes, "Rose are you okay?"

Am I okay?

I am carrying a child inside of me. I have been for a month and half. I am okay, better than okay. "Yes love. I am fine."

"Are you sure. I know it's still early into our marriage for a baby and I-." his excitement from last night seems to have faded. I can see that his thoughts have gotten to him. Seeing him flustered like this is adorable.

I cut him off by placing my index finger onto his soft lips. He worries me because he looks as though he is about to cry. "Lex, I am happy. Yes I would have liked to wait a little to have a baby but that's okay. Our family is about to grow and that brings me so much joy."

It really does. I just started with my career but the pregnancy is not going to deter anything since I work remotely most of the time. I never thought that I would be a mother by age twenty four but honestly...nothing in my life has been conventional.

We leave the doctor's office and drive to Lex's building. He orders us lunch and we eat seated at the conference table in his office. I am on his lap, ever since leaving the doctor's he has been holding on to me tightly. Even on the drive over, he held my hand over the console.

"I love you baby. Thank you for being such an amazing woman. You are the best wife and you're going to be the most fantastic mother."

His words make me emotional. Gosh , it seems like I am going to be crying a lot during this pregnancy.

Cupping his face in my hands, I place a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "I vowed to choose you everyday as my husband and I now vow to choose you as the father of our child and any other children we might have. I love you so much Alexander."

And I will stick to those vows. I love this man and I know that he is going to be the best father to our child or children. I thank God daily for blessing me with such a wonderful partner in life.

He seals the space between us with a tender kiss. A moment after we pull apart, his gaze holds mine as he speaks, "How do we tell the family?"

Well...Gigi promised to keep it a secret until we were comfortable enough to tell everybody. An idea pops into my head as I think, "Sweetie, Shiloh's birthday party is coming up soon right?"

He nods. "In exactly two weeks."

I run my fingers through his hair as I speak, "We should probably tell everyone there. Since we will all be in the same place at once." he murmurs a 'great idea' with his eyes closed. I smile at his antics, he sometimes reminds me of a cat. A barely audible groan of pleasure erupts from his slightly parted lips when my nails graze his scalp.

His eyes snap open when I stop and remove my hand from his hair, "Why'd you stop?", he almost whines like a child.

"I need to use my right hand to hold these chopsticks. My left hand is lousy." we're having sushi and I can't use my left hand to hold these chopsticks even if my life depended on it.

It's times like this when I wish that I was ambidextrous. I remember in ninth grade I had a math teacher who was ambidextrous. He would write on the board with his right hand and use his left hand to write on paper. His handwriting was perfect, like the same hand did the writing. You could not tell if he switched hands.

Fifteen year old me thought that was the coolest thing she's ever seen. In my eyes the guy was a supernatural being.

Lex grabs my hand and places it back on head, "I'll feed you. Just keep going." his smile is infectious and I relent and resume giving him his beloved head scratches. I sometimes do it for his beard but he really prefers the head scratches more.

"Mmmh.", he moans with his eyes closed. His promise to feed me momentarily forgotten, "I love you Rosalie Cain."

I blush and place a kiss on his forehead. "I love you more Alexander Cain."

***

Clingy.

The one word that can be used to describe Alexander. Ever since he found out about the baby he has made it his mission to be around me all the time.

It was cute at first but now it is getting on my nerves. I swear if we weren't keeping the pregnancy a secret for a few days he would have gotten someone to come and look after me. He goes to work and makes sure to come back as quickly as possible. He acts as if he doesn't have more billions to make. He is going to need more billions if he is going to want more children after this one.

I'm not even sure If I want another baby, but it would be weird to be an only child and still have an only child. I know how lonely it was to grow up without siblings. Do I really want to put my baby through that?

I am on the phone with my husband who is becoming a pain in the butt. I stare at the unfinished fact sheet on the laptop screen. "I can leave work and come back." he says.

He called to check up on me for the third time today and it's not even lunch time yet. I should bring him something to eat later on. That will shut him up for a few minutes.

The thought brings a crooked grin to my face. "You will do no such thing. I'm fine, Saba is a perfect companion."

"Better than me?"

I burst his smug bubble, "Yes. Definitely better than you. She doesn't disrupt my work."

I haven't gotten anything done with his constant calling. "Okay fine. I'll stop pestering you. I am just worried and excited." he says softly.

"I know babe. But I need to focus." and I need a little bit of breathing space.

He sighs, "Okay. I will let you go back to your work. I love you."

My heart melts. It always does when he tells me that he loves me, "I love you too sweetie."

I put my cell phone down and go back to finishing the graphics for the factsheet. Caesar said he needed to load it into the museum educational web page. An hour later I am done and have sent the final draft to Caesar.

Deciding that I will do the rest of my work later on today since it is not a lot, I go change out of my pajama bottoms and sweater. I opt for a pair of black leggings, a maroon long sleeved shirt and a black knee length coat. I finish off the outfit with my favorite pair of white OldSkool Vans.

I grab my purse and house keys before bidding goodbye to Saba, "Be a good girl and don't break anything." she barks and I take that as a 'Yes Rose. I promise to behave'

When I get to the garage I pick out a black Range Rover Evoque. I never understood why wealthy people had so many cars, but now that I married into wealth, I get it. It's like getting a pair of shoes that go with certain outfits. It's the same with cars.

Lex wanted to buy me a car and I refused. I want to buy my first car, I don't need anyone getting me a car. I need to use my hard earned money; it's not a pride thing but it is a pride thing at the same time. I want to look at the car and bam with pride that I paid for it with my blood, sweat and tears from working.

And four months into working with Caesar I am very close to buying that Ford Mustang I saw at the dealership a month ago.

After getting lunch, I drive to Lex's building. Once I walk into the lobby, I am greeted by familiar faces. These people have warmed up to me over the past months. Maybe because they're nice or because I'm the boss' wife.

Archie smiles at me the moment I walk out of the elevator and up to his desk. "Hey Rose." he warmly greets. His smile reaching his eyes, Archie is such a cutie, I like having him around and after the wedding we have gotten a bit close, since I make it a point to visit Lex at work at least once a week.

With the pregnancy that's going to be less frequent.

"Hey Archie. Is he busy?", I ask as I mirror his smile.

He waves me towards the door, "He just got off a conference call a minute ago."

I shoot him a grateful smile and walk towards the door. I softly knock before letting myself in. Lex is seated at his desk, typing on his MacBook.

Walking towards him, his head slowly looks up and a gorgeous smile graces his face when he sees me. He stands from the chair and engulfs me in a hug the moment he reaches me. I am careful to place the bag of food and my purse on top of his desk before giving him my full attention.

We kiss deeply and passionately before he crouches down and kisses my belly over the fabric of the turtleneck. "Hey you." he says to me when he stands up to his full height.

"I got you lunch."

He frowns, "Baby, you didn't have to do that. I was about to ask Archibald to get me something."

I shrug and reach my arm up to touch his cheek, "I know but I wanted to."

"Thank you love but yo-"

I cut him off, "Alexander, I am pregnant not an invalid. If I want to bring you lunch then I will drive over here and bring you food. Is that clear?"

He seems shocked then a smile settles on his face, "Yes love."

I mirror his smile and hand him the bag of food, "Great...now set the table sweetie, I need to use the bathroom quickly."

He salutes, "Yes ma'am."

Rolling my eyes at him , I place my purse on a chair and run to the bathroom. He has his own attached to his office. I never get over how luxurious it looks. Black tiles and stainless steel. It represents the business side of him.

After I get done in the bathroom, I walk back to the office to sit on his lap as I usually do. I tried to fight it but I have accepted that he likes it when I sit on his lap, since he kind of gets ticked off when I don't. We have our lunch and a wonderful conversation about our baby and Shiloh's upcoming party.

"What do we even get Shiloh?" I ask completely frustrated by this. "I swear getting gifts for you rich people is hard."

He deeply chuckles, "Us rich people.", he says pointing his index finger from him to me.

"Right. It's taking a while to get used to."

His arm wraps tighter around my waist as he hugs me close to him, "I know love. That's why I got us a combined account. So that you see and get used to having such wealth."

The day he suggested that we just have one account is unforgettable. My heart dropped to my stomach due to the shock. He came home from work one night and as we were having dinner he said, "We should get a joint bank account." I nearly choked to death.

I didn't come in with a lot in this marriage and him saying that his money is my money was just one thing on top of the rest that makes him the best husband in my eyes. Of course I did not marry him for his money but trusting your partner financially is a huge step in any relationship. And this man trusted me with his billions...sorry our billions now.

"I don't come from money Lex. I just need a little more time to adapt to this new life."

He nods in understanding. "Take as much time as you need."

The conversation drifts off onto our big news and how we think everyone is going to take it. I know that they are going to be excited for us, it's just how our group dynamic works. We celebrate each other's victories and successes in life.

Our baby is going to be surrounded by a lot of love and Shiloh gets to have a cousin that she can play with.

Lex really is excited about the party and it's in two days It's been a nerve wrecking two weeks. Isadora called me the other day and I had to literally bite my tongue from telling her the news. That was one of the hardest conversations of my life and it was only five minutes.

My husband's warm hand on my cotton covered belly brings me back to reality. He caresses and speaks softly to the baby. He is just the sweetest.

His blue orbs stare into mine and a lazy, content smile appears on his face, "I love you." His eyes fill with a plethora of positive emotions. They sparkle as we hold each other's gaze.

Cupping his cheek, I lean closer to his face until our lips are only an inch apart. "I love you more." My lips meet his immediately after I utter those four words.

He holds me close to him and kisses me back with so much passion that it makes my body tingle.