This had happened before, but it had ended badly. Sure things were different now, we were married now, but we had still never really talked about having kids. Since my miscarriage, I didn't really want to talk about it and Izzy felt the same. I mean, I guess I want a kid? I say I hate children but deep down I've always felt I've wanted just one.

I was waiting at the gate for Izzy, and soon I saw him wheeling his suitcase behind him. He looked so damn good as usual, and it seemed the Rio sun had blessed him with a slight tan. His skin looked like it was glowing. As soon as his eyes met mine he couldn't contain his grin and he came towards me.

"Hey, you."

His kiss met mine as he wrapped both of his arms around my waist.

"How was your flight?"

"Eh, long and boring. Come on, take me home, girl."

As we sped along the highway on our way home, Izzy lit up a smoke and exhaled a big cloud of smoke that he blew out the window.

"So how was the rest of your Rio time? How was the show?" I asked keeping my eyes on the road.

"Yeah it was good, the crowd gave better energy on the second night for sure."

"Can I just say something?"

I could see Izzy turns his head towards me in my peripheral vision.

"Do you hate me that I left you by yourself?"

Izzy smiled.

"Of course not, Mel. I understand I mean that humidity was rough."

"And you were okay being around the guys?"

"Did not feel tempted one bit by all the shit that was around me." Izzy rested a hand on my thigh.

Thank god, if he relapsed I would never forgive myself for leaving him. I gripped the steering wheel, keeping my eyes dead ahead. I still hadn't told him. I had no idea how to even bring it up.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and tried to smile, pretending everything was peachy. Izzy didn't believe me.

"Is Ripley okay?"

"She misses you I think. She would sulk at the end of our bed most days."

"Aw, she's going to spaz out for sure. She'll be able to smell me as soon as we pull up," he chuckled, "So what did you get up to these past few days?"

"I had a few meetings at Paramount Pictures, just discussing future projects. They tried to get me to produce some films."

"Ooh, are you allowed to disclose anything or is it still top secret-"

"I'm pregnant."

Yeah, good job, Melanie. Perfect timing. I couldn't hold it in any longer. It was eating away at me and the longer I left it the more I felt like I was going to explode. Izzy didn't respond. He just sat there staring at me and my brain couldn't handle the silence, so my nervous babbling tried to fill the air.

"I know we haven't talked about kids, and I know or- actually I don't know if it makes any difference but we're married now so if we keep it, it will grow up in a secure household. But then I don't even know if it'll work because of, well, last time, and I don't know if there's something wrong with me but I don't ever want to go through that again-"

"Mel..."

I took a deep breath and tried my best to calm my nerves. Deep down I was terrified Izzy would be upset and my memories came back immediately to our argument we had when I first got pregnant.

"Are you sure?"

"Yah, Deb bought me a butt-load of test and they all came back positive, so..." I prattled.

No further words were said for the rest of the drive home, and the silence ate away at me. We finally arrived at our abode, I parked in the garage, and once I switched the engine off I snapped my head towards Izzy. His hazel eyes burnt into mine and the expression he had across his face was something I had never seen before. He took a breath in, ready to say something, but nothing was ever said. I think it was safe to say I was shitty, big time. Shitty because the reaction from Izzy was not was I was really hoping for. I mean I didn't want that cringy 'oh my god we're going to have a baby?' jumping up and down with tears of joy fiasco... or maybe I did, but just toned down a bit. In all honesty, I wanted Izzy to be happy and at that moment things weren't looking that way.

"Are you going to say anything?"

Izzy paused.

"I need to work on my pull out game?"

Sure now that I look back on it, his comment was quite amusing, but at the time it made me so mad I wanted to punch him. Instead of a violent response, I chose sulky, and I hopped out of the car without saying a word. I heard Izzy call out after me but it was cut off by me slamming the car door as loudly as I could. I stormed through the house, pushing Ripley out of the way and I heard Izzy chasing after me.

"I was only joking! Mel, get your butt back here!"

I ran into the bedroom and closed the door with an almighty bang and Izzy was so close behind me he nearly had the door closed right on his face. I pressed my back against the door preventing Izzy from coming in, and soon I felt my eyes fill with tears.

"You want me to 'get rid of it' again don't you?" I screamed.

"Mel, just let me in. Please!" He pleaded.

Unfortunately, he was much stronger than me (don't let his sinewy body type fool you) and he managed to push the door open inch by inch. My feet slipped against the wooden floor and I eventually gave in. I kept my back to Izzy, wrapped my arms around my body, and let the tears flood out.

"Hey," Izzy said softly.

He tried to place his hands on my shoulders but I shrugged him off.

"What do you want? Want me to get rid of it?" I sniffed.

"Mel, I want whatever you want. You don't want the baby, that's fine, if you do want to have a baby, well, that's fine too."

"Yeah, right." I didn't believe him.

"I'm serious," he spun me around to look at him, "if you wanna be a parent, let's just fuckin' do it!"

Nope, not buying it. I must have been displaying my dismay strongly on my face as he continued to talk.

"Look, we're married now, this was going to be the next step eventually. We both know I'm not the best at protecting us against pregnancy, but this is your decision, babe. It's your uterus, your body, if you want to become a family I'm more than happy to do that."

"But you're going on a world tour in a few months-"

"We'll worry about that when we get there, and we can always sort something out. Phone calls, postcards, whatever we need to do."

I felt mesmerised by his stare that was so deep I felt like he could see the back of my skull. He was telling the truth.

"So, you want to do this?"

Izzy couldn't hold back the grin that grew across his face.

"Hell yeah. We still have those baby books I bought, we have a spare room, what have we got to lose?"

I started to cry again, but these were finally happy tears. Izzy brought me into a big bear hug and as we stood there I started to tune into his calming heartbeat.

"You know if we do this you'll need to give up smoking. Or at least you'll have to stop smoking around me."

Izzy looked down at me with a smirk.

"This isn't just some ploy to get me to stop smoking is it?"

I gave him a playful slap on his shoulder. Even though I pretended to be offended by his 'witty' comments, deep down I found them highly amusing.

"But for you, Mel? Anything."

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Shoutout to @izzyswifejay for inspiring me to make Izzy comment about his 'pullout game' hahah. Let me know what you guys thought! Your feedback makes my day 110% better. Comment and vote!