I anxiously awaited the results of my pregnancy test. For the last week, I have had my suspicions that I'm pregnant because of the morning sickness I've been getting. So I bought a bunch of pregnancy tests at the store while my husband Nolan was at practice and I took them all. I waited for the response for all five. I wanted to take multiple just to make sure.

The first one showed positive. So did the second. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth.

This couldn't be happening. Nolan has always wanted a big family, 4 kids, a mini van, all that jazz. Me, I don't even know if I want kids, let alone a huge family. Nolan knows I'm not ready to have kids, but he doesn't know I don't really want them.

Truth be told, kids also don't like me. I was never good at babysitting growing up because I just didn't have that natural ability to interact with kids. My head sat in my hands as I went over the possibilities.

I knew it wasn't a mistake. And I would never put it up for adoption after carrying it for nine months and there was no way in hell I would abort it. So I was left with one option: keeping it.

Tears flowed down my face as the stress began to sank in. I'm gonna be a mom. I'm gonna have to take time off work and I'm gonna get fat and I'm gonna have to be alone a lot with Nolan being in the middle of the season and I didn't know what I was gonna do.

Loud sobs shook my body, so much I didn't even hear the front door open or my name being yelled. The door to the bathroom flew open and Nolan ran in. "Honey, what's wrong?" He asked me, crouching down and engulfing me in his arms. All I could do was cry. Nolan rubbed my back and let me cry.

"I'm pregnant." I whispered. "Oh my god. You're pregnant? You're serious? If you're joking this isn't funny." He said and I shook my head. "Look at the tests." I gestered to the tests sitting next to me and he picked them all up, reading the results and seeing all the positive answers.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be a dad! We're gonna be parents beautiful!" He exclaimed which made me cry even more. "Babe, what's wrong? Are you not excited?" He asked me.

"Kids hate me. I'm gonna be a horrible mom. I'm gonna get fat and I'm gonna be needy and annoying and you're gonna hate me." I cried and he wrapped me in his arms. "Honey, I'm never gonna leave you. You're gonna be an amazing mom. And that's just part of being pregnant. I'm never going to leave you because how you are when you're pregnant. I love you so much, you know that. You're going to be a great mom. Our baby is gonna love you so much." He told me, wiping away my tears.

I stopped crying and really thought about it. Bringing our baby to Nolan's games in our matching Arenado jerseys, taking him or her to school, being there for their first steps, their first birthday, watching them get married. Suddenly, I was extremely excited about having a baby.

"Nolan, I'm so excited. I'm gonna be a mommy. We're gonna be parents!" I exclaimed which made Nolan grin hugely. "Parents, beautiful girl." He said, grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning. Suddenly, he picked me up and spun me around, causing me to throw my head back laughing.

We spent the next hour or so planning what the baby's name was gonna be based on the gender. We decided if she was a girl she would be Gianna Elle Arenado, and Wesley Andrew Arenado for a boy.

I was sitting on the couch when Nolan bent down in front of me. He lifted up my shirt and placed his hands on my stomach. "I don't know if you're Gianna or Wesley but all I know is that I'm going to love you with all my heart, okay? I promise to be the best daddy in the world and you have the best mommy in the world. I love you so much already." He said, kissing my stomach.

Tears fell down my face as I watched the heartfelt moment between my husband and our future child. All these doubts for nothing.

a/n; requests are open! hope u guys liked this one, request on the first chapter :)