Chapter 67 – Don’t think about it right now

Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving!!!!


Nef’s POV


I’m pregnant. Sasha and I are going to have a baby. It wasn’t planned and needless to say I hadn’t reacted well. The thought of being pregnant never crossed my mind. We were careful. We were safe. Not safe enough apparently. I panicked. I freaked out. I lost it. Sasha didn’t. He was calm. He was collected. He was all the things that I could have ever hoped he’d be in this situation. I have 4 weeks of school left for the semester and Sasha told me not to think about it before then. Focus on school.

Val came for her visit and she and I drove up to New Jersey to see the guys take on the Devils. The boys had been shut out 5 - 0. After the game they went back to their hotel. They had an early morning flight to North Carolina. Val and I ended up crashing at the hotel with them. I wanted to drive back home but Sasha had said that it wasn’t a good idea to drive back so late at night. I was glad that I took the time to hang out with them. I had to be normal. I had to push this...pregnancy...this baby to the back of my mind.

”The two of you are good together,” Val said.

”What?”

”You and Sema. You’re good together. He loves you a lot.”

I smiled knowing that what she said was true. He’d proven that to me. We agreed that we wouldn’t tell anyone just yet. I was still trying to figure out how to tell my parents. We didn’t want to tell his parents over the phone and they weren’t coming back to the States until early January. Then I’d be about two months along and I might be starting to show.

We were spending Thanksgiving with my family. On Friday Sasha would leave a little early to make it to the morning skate and my family would attend the game.

When he pulled up to my parents’ house I was in the kitchen working on school work. He admonished me for not being asleep but I told him that I wanted to wait up for him. He was staying in a guest room because there was no way my parents would allow us to share a bed in their house without being married. That was a no-no. After getting him settled in bed I waited until he fell asleep before slipping off to my room. My parents hadn’t touched my or Im’s rooms even though we’d moved out for school. Immy and my rooms were connected by a bathroom so when I went to bed I could see that he was still awake. I knew he wanted to talk to me. He knew that something had changed, call it a twin thing, or ESP, or whatever. Sasha and I would have to find time tomorrow to talk to him.

When I woke up the next morning I went to check on Sasha and found him still sleeping. It was still early so I opted to let him sleep in. It was after 2 am by the time he got into bed. My mom was already in the kitchen working on a light breakfast for however need something to eat before dinner. We’d done most of the cooking for dinner yesterday so there were only a few things left to do.

At around 10 my mom had me go wake Sasha. He was curled on his side around a pillow. I sat on the bed and just watched him for a few moments. He looked so peaceful in his sleep.

“Sasha,” I said gently shaking his shoulder, “wake up.”

He stirred, stretching his body the length of the bed. Hi hand reached up and pulled me down to him.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Morning.”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me as his body slowly awoke. As with every morning we were together he kissed me and told me he loved me. He slipped his hand under my shirt and rested it on my stomach. My hand found its way to rest on top of his.

“Are you scared?” I asked.

”Yes, I’m scared. I’m worried. I’m nervous but I love you and that’s all that matters.”

“Promise?”

He brought my left hand to his lips and kissed the promise ring he’d given me.

“I promise.”

For the first time in nearly 2 weeks I smiled. I mean I really smiled. I’d been so afraid that Sasha would panic and run. There was nothing tying us together and I feared that at any moment he would bail. It’s easy to tell someone you love them and that you’ll be there for them no matter what but it’s completely different to deliver. I’d been trying to figure out how I was going to deal with this on my own that I had missed Sasha’s intent to stay with me. I doubted him. I didn’t want to be caught unprepared.

We had a plan. I’d finish the semester. We’d tell my parents around Christmas, his parents a few days later, figure out whether or not his contract would be extended (I hoped and prayed that it would be), graduate in May for me, the post season for him, and the baby in July. My roommates and I had talked about what we would do after graduation – it had all depended on where we were working – whether or not we would continue to live together. I guess now that wouldn’t be an option for me. I really didn’t want to consider what would happen if Sasha was traded or didn’t sign a contract extension. He was working hard to be able to stay in DC. He’d been working hard since the off season, training, practicing, and all the other things that were need for him to get a longer term deal.

Don’t think about that right now. It’ll work out.

My mom sent Set upstairs to make sure that we were coming downstairs. Sasha slipped off to the guess bathroom to shower and dress and I went to my room to pull on a comfortable dress and ballet flats. We didn’t have to dress up per se but we weren’t allowed to wear jeans. I wore a dark purple pull over dress and Sasha wore a lavender button down with black slacks.

I stuck with fruit for breakfast because I didn’t have much of an appetite. Sasha fed me food from his plate saying that I wasn’t eating enough. My mom laughed, she’d been dealing with my weird eating habits since I was a child.

Thanksgiving went well. I hadn’t really expected anything different. Sasha fit into my family. My dad, who had once been indifferent toward Sasha, had come around. After the summer fiasco with Nadiya he had taken more of an interest in what was going on with Sasha and I. We talked more and he even started to invite Sasha to activities he did with my brothers, football games, dinners, or even just over to the house to get to know him. Sasha went whenever his schedule could spare the time. I sure my mother had something to do with that. After the talk that she and Sasha had in September I could only guess that she told my dad that Sasha might be around for a while and that it would be in his best interest to get to know Sasha.