The paper i found

**Dayle**

Is Chrissy pregnant?

“You’re pregnant?” I asked, voicing my thoughts with a mix of shock and anxiety. 

Chrissy’s expression was skeptical when she gaped closely at me. 
“I… I can't believe it, Dayle. I'm pregnant,” she said with a faint smile. 
Now I’m wondering if she is happy about it or not?

I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her excitedly as we spun around. Our smiles radiate in the atmosphere. 
I gently placed her down, going down on a knee, kissing her belly. 

I don't care if she’s got a bump yet or not. 

Our parents congratulated us, alongside the twins. 

To me, it was the best news ever. 

“Okay, so I'll be leaving now. Please come by the hospital and enroll for the antenatal. I have made some prescriptions. Do well to pick them up, or I'll send them—whichever works for you, both. Once again, congratulations, guys!” the doctor said, rising to leave. 

“I’ll see you off,” I opted as Mom nodded, seconding my choice. 

The doctor and I walked out of the building. We stopped a few feet away from the main entrance. She veered to face me. 

“I had wanted to bring up something but im glad you opted to walk me,” she began while I crossed my arms across my chest, thinking what could be the problem? 

“Oh, what is the matter?”

“Your girlfriend, you must look after her properly. She's been highly stressed which contributed to the fainting. It could be dire in subsequent months if it persists. It could lead to a miscarriage. God forbid it!” she explained as I nodded, my thoughts syncing with her words. 

“Well noted, I will make sure that she isn't under any stress. I'll handle it, I promise...” I assured her as I shook hands, walking her to her car. 

“She doesn't look too... excited, why’s that? Do you think that she's—”

“Calm down, Mr. Dayle, it is normal for a woman who is pregnant for the first time to feel anxiety. But that is where you come in, give her all the love and attention that she craves,” she stated calmly, patting my arm. 

“And sex?” I asked out of the blue as my dick twitched at the mention of it. 
Well, that was because we had sex about an hour ago and I’m not done. 

My sick mouth, I had to show myself shamelessly. 
“And… sex too, Mr. Dayle. Some pregnancies come with sex spiral moments in their first or second or both trimesters. By the way, it is good for her. Keep in mind that it must be with her consent and healthily and comfortably. Whatever suits your fancy,” she patiently explained again as my lips curled into a smile and she waved shortly and entered her car, stating that she had work to do. 

I kicked a pebble and walked back into the house.  

By now, Chrissy was eating. A quick meal Mom had fixed while Dad cautiously and dramatically typed away. Probably work, I said to myself. 
On the other hand, the twins were watching a sitcom series, their attention was fixated on the large screen. 

I interrupted the ladies' discussion, clearing my throat to catch their attention. 

“How are you, baby?” I placed a swift kiss on my lips and one on Mom’s cheek. 
They smiled and continued talking about whatever it was, but I sat, listening. 

“Mom, my education comes first. This is definitely the wrong time,” said. Chrissy and I were already piecing the shit together. 

“And, my darling, there's no right time…” Mom pressed as she placed down her cup of cinnamon tea, I could perceive it. “When I had you, I was rounding up a degree, Chriss,” she added as Chrissy rolled her eyes. 

“Mom, that was a long time ago in a different era. This 2025, Mom, the stakes are higher…” Chrissy blurted out.

The fact that she's making this a big deal while I’m there is making me wonder if I should be worried about our baby or not. 
My brows squeezed as I scoffed, speechless for now. 

“It's okay to have anxiety, Chrissy, but there is no turning back now.” Mom she calmly. She truly understood the whole thing and wasn't mad at her daughter. “Here’s Dayle, I think you both need to talk about everything after we are gone…” she said as her phone buzzed sharply. She took a peek and stared back at us. “Your dad wants to talk, let's go!” she announced, leaving us both. 

Chrissy and I stared at each other as I spoke up. 

“You don't want to have our baby?” 

“Dayle, not right now!” she grabbed her plate and left, looking pissed off. 

I'm fucking confused at the moment. 

…
Dad began as soon as we showed up. Chrissy and I paired a couch. His questionable gaze, hints at something. 

“What's the matter?” he asked. 

“Nothing. We are just... exhausted. It's been a… very long week,” I managed to say, he gave me an understanding look and continued. 

“I was looking for the right time to say this given that Egan’s death took a toll on us,”

“Still can't believe it, that poor kid!” Mom dramatically sniffled, placing a hand across her chest and sipping her tea. 

Another proof that Chrissy is her twin. 

“Correct!” Dad snapped. “Now that we've received pleasant news, it's time to say anyway. It's time for you both to get married already,” he finally said and to be honest, I was going to properly propose to Chriss tomorrow after I've gotten Ken, Steve, and Sophy to chip in one or two favors. 

“Yeah, I totally agree with you, dear! They should get married already. The longer we wait, the longer the inevitable drama,” Mom snapped, shrugging a little. 

“C’mon, Mom, stop being dramatic,” snapped Chrissy too. 

“Well, how do you explain the issue with exes popping in and out like a curse?!” Mom blurted out bluntly, which got us all silent and reflective. “If you remember correctly, I suggested this wedding as soon as you both graduated from Harvard but you both thought that you had everything under control. Now tell me; did you have your exes tied to a leash?” she scoffed. “Marriage creates restraint to some extent. I mean, why hold on when you've all you need, including our baby on the way?” She stopped and breathed. 

“You mother is tight, why hold on? I mean, I thought that you both were better off with others but it's clear to me now, you are meant for each other…” Dad added calmly with a blend of remorse and assertion. 

Chrissy and I gaped at each other before looking back at them. 
“The wedding preparations are on,” he announced. Now this got me even more.

“Dad, that's our decision to make,” I pointed out. 

“I wasn't asking, kid, I was telling you.”Dad firmly said, grabbing his bride who never ages. 

Dad has got to be kidding. He can't plan our wedding like we are kids, absolutely not. 

“The kids,” Mom mentioned as Dad grabbed her ass giving it a gentle squeeze. 

Seriously, this couple is gonna make me puke. 

“Dayle will bring them home—”

“No, I'm not. I'm going to be with my wife. It's either you take them or I'll waybill them over to you,” I snapped, interrupting Dad as he raised a brow at me. “I have to be with Chrissy. Doctor’s orders,” I pressed. 

Mom escaped from his grasp, calling out Glen and Jessie. 

…
Some time later, we were left alone. Chrissy was already dozing off on the couch. 
More reasons why she had been quiet. I can't believe she ate a whole chicken. No wonder she craves such these while I was mourning in a box. 

She literally watches me cry while she chews something and tries to comfort me. 
I get it now, it was all a sign. I grabbed a blanket from the nearest room and wrapped up carefully. 

I sat next to her, staring at how peaceful she looked. 

Chrissy would be a mother soon, my wife as well. Like, it's all like a dream that took a while for me to come true.
What started like a high school fever taboo ended up as our forever love pact. 

So, I'm going to be a Dad and a husband? Sexgod? Really?

My sons might really think I’m legendary, right?

And maybe we should have four kids. Chrissy thinks two would be enough. She’s very conscious of her body changing after childbearing. 

Honestly, I understand her point of worry but Chrissy is hella hot and sexy. That body won't fade. And even if it changes, I would never judge her or criticize her. I would love and support her still. 

Women and drama? A real bond. 

A dozen random thoughts flooded my mind as my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my pocket and took a peek, it was from Steve 

*She said YES, bro!!!😊*

I reread the text at least three times and I couldn't contain my excitement. 
I mean, isn't today the best?

*I’m happy 4 you, bro!🤩 I told you she's the one! I love Maggie all over again!! She's everything, dude. Congratulations!👏 *

I instantly texted back and how conversation prolonged switching to a video call.  
I moved away from Chrissy to talk freely—I just didn't want to bother her sound sleep. 

He told me how he planned it and how skeptical he was given that he had screwed up too much. Maggie agreed to marry him an hour ago when they headed out for dinner. 

Thinking that I could keep Chrissy’s pregnancy a secret, I spilled the beans to him in confidence. 

He was excited for me—us. If Egan were alive, he would have teased my ability to raise a kid. Among us three, he has always acted maturely from a tender age. 

Yet, I can't believe that a part of us had been broken, left with only memories. 

My eyes watered as I blinked furiously, fighting back those fucking tears. 

“Egan is in a happy place! He found peace,” I forcefully reminded myself. 

“Baby? Dayle, are you there?!” I heard Chrissy call out, snapping me out of my thoughts. Thank goodness, I needed that. 

“You’re up already,” I said, helping her sit up. 

“Gosh, stop spoiling me, I can handle myself!” she pouted and I loved it more knowing that our little one would take after her. 

“You’re going to be my wife and mother to my kids, what more can I do? Need something?” I asked.

She rubbed her cheek shyly, “Actually, some gums. I don't understand my taste buds, they are being dramatic,” she snapped as I cracked up, catching me off guard. 

I headed to grab the gums from the stand by the entrance as my eyes also darted to a paper. 

I glanced at it, and I saw handwriting I knew from middle school. Egan’s. 

Actually, what the fuck?!!

I grabbed the gums and the paper, walking back to her. 
She received it, and she tossed one into her mouth, chewing as though she had been starving. 

She lay back down, her eyes fixed on me, sensing something. 

“Spill it, baby, you're bad at hiding!” she said. 

“Yeah. I have two things to talk about. After overhearing everything you said to Mom, don't you wish to our child?” I asked. 
She looked away, her lips pursing into a perfect strawberry. 

“Not like that,”

“It sounded like something to me, Chriss! How did you think it would make me feel?” I asked, rubbing her foot.

Actually, she placed her feet on my thighs.  

“Dayle, I was only worried about my studies, okay? We didn't plan to have a baby right now…” she casually let out. 

“Are you kidding me? We've had countless mind-blowing, hot sex without a rubber or whatever. We love it raw, remember? The chances were high and I don't regret it,” I said while she stared at me for a while. 

“Wow!” Her voice dropped. “That's all you've got to say about my education? You know, Dayle, this wasn't part of the equation, but I understand. You are not the one with a fertilized ovary and pussy that might get cut,” she lashed out at me, leaving me speechless. 

Seriously, what's happening to my girl? She's overly dramatic.

I sighed, trying to choose my words carefully.

“I didn't mean it that way, okay? I'm only saying that I wouldn't mind. I would be here through the trimesters and antenatal appointments and hormonal outbursts and all. I’ll be here with you baby, I will and that's a lifetime promise to you…” I said, taking her warm hands in mine. I placed a kiss on her knuckles, staring at her—deep into them glinted comfort, calm, and excitement. 

“My education, Dayle,” she swiftly pressed, seeing the concern in her eyes. 

I sighed calmly, “I would never ask you to quit what you love doing. We will find a way around it. It's not gonna be hard. I don't mind taking a daily flight if you want,” I teased, earning her smile. Yet, I met everything. I don't mind flying to her every day or squeezing my schedule or taking a break or handing over to someone temporarily. 

Whatever it costs me, I will do it for Chrissy. 

“I know Dayle, I want to have our baby too. I was…. anxious and everything shit.” She rubbed my chin, caressing it. “I'm so sorry if you felt bad. Me and my loud mouth,” she teased and we laughed it off. 

It was the perfect time to talk about the paper with Egan’s handwriting on it. 

I gently pulled out the paper from my pocket and handed it over to her. 

Her brow knitted skeptically. “What’s this?” she asked, carefully going through it. 

“Why do you have his paper with you?” I asked without a tinge of a smile on my face. 

I wasn't searching for trouble or a base for argument, I just needed an explanation for why she had his wishlist—something very personal—with her and… not even us. 

Clearly, I wasn't the one who brought it home. 

Staring at her, guilt swamped her face confirming my suspicion.