Socks
"Jesse." Poke, poke, poke. "Jess?"
Jesse St. James swatted the hand that was poking his bicep away.
"Jesse?" Jesse moaned and rolled over to see his wife sitting up in bed.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concern coloring his voice, he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"We need socks." She stated.
"Socks?" she nodded.
Jesse rolled himself out of bed and walked over to the dresser and pulled her favorite pair of socks out of the drawer and gently tossed them to her. He then trudged back to bed. He had just pulled the cover back up his body when a gentle hand touched his bare shoulder.
"Jess?"
"Hmmmm?"
"We need socks."
"For what?" he grumbled, hoping she would just let it drop.
"For the baby." He sat up again and looked at her.
"Rachel…" he groaned.
"Jess, he needs socks!" Jesse smiled.
"So now it's a he? Yesterday he was a she." He said with a smirk. She looked pointedly at the door.
"Rache, the baby isn't due for a couple months."
"Jesse, he NEEDS socks!" Jesse groaned and looked at the clock on the night stand. The neon green numbers blinked back him.
"Rachel, its 3 in the morning." Jesse whined.
"His little feet will be cold."
"Rachel, I'm not going to get socks, we can go get some when its light and normal people are up."Jesse pointed out trying to pacify her.
"His toes will be all blue." Jesse let out and exasperated sigh.
"Sweetheart he's not coming for a couple of months." Jesse pulled her so that her head rested against his chest. He heard her sniffle.
He looked down at her. He gently hit his head against the headboard.
"Do you really want me to get socks?" she nodded against his chest. He was going to regret this in the mooring. He sighed.
"Please, Jesse, please?" He looked down at her. Her brown eyes swam with unshed tears. Jesse grumbled something and gently pushed her off him; he threw the covers off his body, found a shirt and stuffed his feet into his shoes.
"I hope you know that you are interrupting my sleep, if I crack in the show tomorrow, I will send the angry mobs after you." Rachel giggled.
"I'll be back soon, lock the doors, and call me if you need anything." He walked over and kissed her forehead.
"Kay."
Jesse left the apartment and hailed a cab.
Jesse let himself into the apartment 3 hours later. Who knew that there was a store called "Night Babies"? Who knew that said store was only an hour and half away? Who knew that is was a 24 store for fathers-to-be on late night runs for their pregnant wives? Who knew that in the next few months Jesse and the clerk, Mark would be best friends? Jesse dropped the bag carrying the socks on to the bar and trudge back to the bedroom. Rachel was sleeping peacefully, her body curled around her body pillow. Jesse walked over to her side of the bed and gently placed his hand on her hip. He crouched to kiss the patch of skin that was exposed when her pajama shirt had ridden up, exposing her swollen stomach.
"I hope you know how much your daddy loves you." He whispered against her skin. Rachel squirmed.
Jesse then crawled into his side of the bed and wrapped his arms around her, his hands cradling their child.
"Jesse, you're supposed to be getting ready. You have rehearsal at 7."
"Nope, not today."
"If you don't go you won't perform tonight."
"I know."
"What about the angry mobs?"
"No mobs." He mumbled. Rachel snuggled back into his chest.
Jesse curled around her protectively.
"You're calling in?"
"I'm so calling in."
"Did you get the socks?"