I have begun to write another story but then this popped into my head and I thought I would upload this one first.
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I am woken by a loud constant knocking on my front door. I look over at the clock and notice that its 3 am who would be at my door at this hour. I make my way to shout at whoever wants to disturb my entire building. I pull the door open and who stands on the other side shocks me, Jac.
"Jac, why are you here attempting to wake everyone up?"
"Ummm….It may be stupid but I didn't know what to do so I thought….. Maybe….. You could help or something."
"Jac, come here." She walked in and I shut the door before I turned around to face her.
"Now what's the problem?" she looks down and refuses to meet my eyes.
"Come on Jac, is it the baby?" she mumbles something but its too quiet for me to catch.
"I'm sorry but I didn't hear what you said". She looks up at me and I give her a small comforting smile.
"The baby…. It's been moving." I cannot help it and I burst out laughing.
"It's not funny Jonny. I didn't know what it was and I tried to phone you but you wouldn't answer so I called a taxi over here…"
"In your pyjamas…"
"Yes in my pyjamas….."
"To tell me that my child is moving…."
"Now you make me sound stupid, I'm going to go".
"No Jac don't go, its 3 in the morning, you might as well stay."
She sighs and I see her waver but she eventually agrees to stay. I am finding it amusing watching Jac going through her pregnancy. She is like a child at Christmas when she experiences something new. Hearing our child's heartbeat, the many different cravings, the constant loo visits and now this. The one thing she won't indulge in is our child's gender. She absolutely refuses to know as she wants it to be a surprise and I respect her decision. Over the last few months since I made her cry and our little talk we have become closer than ever. She tells me if she is scared or worried about anything instead of pushing me away as she used to do and it is fantastic. I know that I want to continue our relationship but I also know that she is very reluctant to pursue it for fear it won't work out and she will be left alone. I gather one of her hands in mine and lead her through to my bedroom; I force her to sit on the bed.
"Right, you make yourself comfortable while I'll go and make us something hot to drink."
I walk out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. In the beginning she may have thought that this baby would disrupt our already damaged relationship but it has done completely the opposite. Pregnancy has done something amazing to the mighty Jac Naylor; she is less Naylorish at work. Much to the amusement to those at work, instead of the hormones setting in and the backlash that we were expecting to happen, we got a very emotional Naylor. The tears were daily and would happen at any time over the littlest things but she has calmed down and managed to keep her emotions in check for the last couple of weeks but everyone still walks on eggshells around her.
I manoeuvre myself into my bedroom and let a smile grace my face. She has made herself comfy under the duvet and I cannot help but wish I had her here in my bed every day. We haven't really talked about what will happen when the baby arrives, for example the sleeping arrangements. I really wish that we were together as a family under one roof but I am afraid to approach the subject with her encase she bites my head off. I pass Jac her drink and I quietly and quickly settle myself under the duvet as well. We drink our drinks in silence until she begins to speak.
"I've been thinking…"
"Always a worry…."
"Shut up Jonny. I've been thinking that maybe what we are doing is a mistake….
"WHAT!"
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