It's funny how much a few months can change things. Since Aubree found out she's pregnant, we've completed Warped Tour, having changed out setlist mildly so that Aubree wouldn't have to play as hard, given she does everything full-force. We finally got our break from tour only to watch Tom and Aubree say 'I do,' at a beautiful ceremony. Stella looked gorgeous standing beside her best friend in a lenthy, blue dress, which made her skin look like it was glowing. We spoiled out daughter, we reuntied with Aubs and Tom when they got back from their honeymoon and we got to train Ace with Isabelle a little more.


Truthfully, Stell and I had been so caught up in everything that we barely had time to pay attention to ourselves. It wasn't until mid-September that we even realized she missed her second period.


"Jack," she rushed into the room, clinging to a box of tampons I bought for her when we got home from tour last month. "I haven't opened these. Jack, why haven't I opened these?"


"I don't know? You're late?"


"But I didn't use them last month, either! I think I'm pregnant."


"What?" I shot off of the couch, tossing the game controller down beside me. There was a large grin on my face, though I realized it shouldn't be there because of her fear. "Are you okay?"


"Go get me a pregnancy test. Go, Jack, now!"


So I went to the store about fifteen minutes from the house and bought a single test, which ran me about eight dollars. While I was there, I tried to get all my happy dancing and joy out of my system so I could help Stella deal with the answer in a way that she was comfortable with. If the test said positive and she didn't really want a baby, I couldn't clap my hands over excitement, it'd just be wrong.


By the time I got back to the house, Stella was sound asleep in our bed, clinging to Ace. It was probably for the best, let her sleep on the idea of being pregnant again and see what her reaction will be tomorrow. Though, I don't think the test was necessary. Come to think of it, she hadn't been eating her favorite foods as much, she's always taking nap and she's been awfully cranky. Better than vomiting, I guess.

Stella woke me up roughly the next morning. Her hair was still a mess and she still looked half asleep, but she had her legs crossed and she was bouncing up and down, which made me snicker.


"Where's the test, Jack? I have to pee!"


"Over there, on the dresser," I pointed as best I could. Grunting to myself, I pulled myself up in the bed and watched her take the bag and run to the bathroom. Well, this was it. The moment of truth.


She came out of the bathroom about forty-five seconds later, extending her arm to me so I could see the test. Her thumb was over the result window, which meant I was to know if we were having another baby or not first.


I inhaled deeply and took the test from her, my eyes trailing over the stick. In front of my eyes was a very dark, blunt positive. My heart fluttered in my chest. Stella had her hands over her face, but she peaked through at me, hopefulness glimmering in her eyes.


"You're pregnant," I whispered, waiting to see her reaction. Stell removed her hands and looked down at the test, her eyes lighting up like the forth of July. To not be ready for a baby, she sure was excited. "We're pregnant!"


Stella let out a shriek of joy and leapt into my arms. I held her close and kissed her forehead as many times as I could before I laughed. Finally, we were having another baby.


I'm the happiest mother fucker alive.

Notes

I feel bad that we skipped over the Gaskarth/Dawson wedding, but Courtney had a timeline that I almost forgot to follow, lol. So here's your update, sorry it's late!
-Jess.