She was so mad at him.
Taking a few breaths, she tried to calm herself down.
They'd had another fight, an ugly one. Now she was waiting in their apartment for him to get back.
She couldn't put up with this. It was too damn stressful.
Her back hurt, she had a headache, and she had a cramp in her leg.
And the baby was kicking…her rib.
"Calm down." She said, rubbing her swollen stomach. "Daddy will be right back."
The door opened. Speak of the devil. She struggled to stand.
He came into the living room just as she succeeded in standing.
"Jude, I'm sorry." He said, holding out roses. Pfft. That was not going to help him, not this time.
She glared at him.
"Jude, c'mon. I'm sorry, ok. I said some things I didn't mean, but so did you."
"I'm tired, Tom. Goodnight." She made her way towards the master bedroom. He was in deep shit, and he knew it. It was never good when she called him Tom
He followed. She stopped, and turned around to face him.
"The couch is made up for you." She gestured towards the study, where, he could see, the couch did indeed have a blanket and pillow.
"Jude."
"Until you can commit, you can sleep there."
"We live together! What else do you want?"
"I'm eight and a half months pregnant with your daughter! I don't think it's that much to ask that you commit to me, and to her. Damnit, I did the nursery, I threw myself a baby shower, and I have waited patiently for you for five years! I'm tired of it! When you can grow up and commit to me, you can come back to the bedroom."
With that, she turned and waddled to their bedroom. He sighed, and went to the study. He was going to have to make a big comeback.
He tossed and turned. He could hear her soft breathing from the next room, and briefly considered just going in there, but decided against it. She would kill him.
Just as he was drifting off, he heard a soft gasp. Then some rustling.
"Tommy." She called to him. He smirked. He knew she wouldn't last the night. He got up slowly, then sauntered into the bedroom. That's when he knew something was wrong.
She looked panicked. He rushed over to her.
"What's wrong?" She was trembling.
"Tommy, I think my water broke." He blinked. Then he looked down at her legs, where there was a large wet spot. He pulled back the blankets and helped her stand.
"Ok, Jude, it's going to be alright." He helped her into her coat, then grabbed the hospital bag. She squeezed his hand in the elevator. She was scared, he could feel it.
Ten hours later, they had a beautiful baby girl. The nurses cleaned her off, and Tommy looked at Jude. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and she had bags under her eyes. But she had never looked so beautiful. He glanced over to their daughter, now being wrapped in a pink blanket. He squeezed Jude's hand gently, and she looked at him.
"Marry me?" he asked in a whisper. She looked shocked, for a moment, and then smiled.
"Yes." The nurses brought their baby over. She was perfect. Jude and Tommy looked down at her. Tommy leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"I'm gonna marry your mom." He whispered into her ear.