My Best Friend's Baby

*Scarlet*On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day.Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just recently got out of long, toxic, relationships, and we've decided to get away for the Christmas holiday. Luckily the pediatricians' office I work at is also closed for the holiday, so I don't have to worry about that.We're going to California to spend Christmas weekend at my mother's beach house with

A month later... the end of January*I sit at my desk, my head swirling as a wave of nausea rips through me. I tried to tough it out but it's inevitable. With no time to run to the bathroom, I grab the wastebasket beside my desk and hurl right into it, emptying the contents of my stomach."Ughh."Little beads of sweat form across my forehead as I lean over the trash can one more time."Girl, are you alright in here? I heard you in the hallway."Penny comes in and rushes to the sink, getting me a cold rag to put against my forehead as I slump on top of my desk."Thanks, Penny. I don't know what it is, but I've been feeling like shit lately.""Have you seen your doctor?" She asks, tapping her fingers against her chin."No, I've been swamped with all the things I put off when I took my trip; I haven't had the time.""Well, we do work in a doctor's office, I can run some tests on you, and then you should take the rest of the day off.""Might as well take advantage of it, right?" I shrug,

5 months later—20 weeks pregnant— JuneI wake up to the sound of birds chirping out my window, a signature sign that summer is here, and it's exciting.I look down at my growing belly and smile as I feel our little lima bean—not so little anymore—kick against my ribs.You need to stop kicking mommy, little bean; you're hurting me.A grunt sounds from the other side of the bed. Turning, I smile at a sleeping Cole with his mouth wide open, drooling. Ever since the dinner where we told our friends and family, Cole's been staying with me, and we've been doing so well. We still haven't defined our relationship; we didn't want to just date because of the baby, we're seeing how things go. We might as well be dating, he practically moved in with me and hasn't left; I'm not complaining either. I love him being here; he's thoughtful, caring, and extremely supportive, not to mention great in bed… Yeah, we've slept together again, numerous times, actually, and as of right now, neither of us is se

End of August. Eight 1/2 months pregnant.Cole and I ended up finding our dream house, in Manhattan, and it's pink. The night he asked me to buy a house with him, and be his girlfriend, I seriously thought he was going to propose. Thank god he didn't back then...I would have said no. However, now? I think my answer would be yes if he were to ask me.Things have been going really well with us as we navigate through new territories; our new relationship.Honestly, I couldn't be any happier. I love this house. The porch is my favorite. I sit out here every morning and have tea or coffee and listen to the birds.Cole's at the youth center working, getting ready for the benefit tonight; they're raising money for at risk kids. They're hoping to build another youth center since the only one around here is overwhelmed with troubled teens. He's doing amazing things with the youth center, and it makes me so happy to see him thriving, doing what he loves. Cole grew up rough, like I did; absent p