This is what he wanted, isn’t it? He wanted a child with her. They wanted this future, but is this what she wanted? She had no idea that the last time would have made it possible for her to have children a second time, but here she was, staring down at a positive pregnancy test.
She cleared her throat and walked out of the bathroom.
"Jonathan?" She asked, moving through the apartment until she found him sitting in his study. She had the pregnancy test clutched in her hand, wrapped around a piece of toilet paper. She set it down on the desk and waited for his reaction.
Jonathan politely set down his pen and looked at Natasha first, then what she set down on the desk. A puzzled look overcame his features as he examined what he quickly realized was a pregnancy test.
With a plus.
"What?" Puzzlement turned into complete confusion—this wasn’t supposed to happen. Natasha said it couldn’t happen. "—How?"
Natasha slowly pulled his glasses off and set them on the coffee table in front of them. Then she began to brush her fingers through his hair slowly.
Jonathan closed his eyes, concentrated on her fingers dancing through his hair. Natasha didn’t have the words to make everything right—no one did. But she didn’t have to.
"That feels wonderful."
What are some things you would find pleasant to receive as gifts?
Books, wine, ties.
What are 3 reasons you would give up your criminal activities/life for good?
MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED.
I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’m already looking forward to it.
As am I.