Its 7 Am… I feel a tap at my shoulder… (I’m hung over… or still a little drunk, I’m not sure…)
Erin whispers “Babe”…. “Babe…” then she yells “BABE!!!!!!”
I startle awake.
“I took a pregnancy test… It was positive” ~Erin
I roll over, give her a thumbs up and promptly daze back to sleep.
All week Erin’s been bitchy in the car. On the beach, at the Airbnb’s. I figured it was just because she had spent like 17 hours in one day in the sun, stuck in a car. I was wrong. It turns out, Erin has a bun in the oven.
So… I’m gonna be a dad! Oh shit… I’m going to be a dad?