Part two; Tempe's POV: from 07:30 am
A/N; I'm soooooooooo sorry for not posting this earlier, it's just that school's been CRAZY, like wicked crazy, but it's here now so...
Ngrrr...grrr What the hell, what's that noise?
...silence followed for about 10 minutes before that nerve racking noise began again, what the hell...Seeley, of course, snoring...again, and when I tell him he snores, he goes all no..no I don t snore, what's the time, I lean over to look at the clock with an alarm I won't be needing anymore, 7:30, my it's early and I m sooo tired but I can't go to sleep again, the problem with me is once I m up, I m up and there s no use trying to sleep again, so I try to quietly get up, not that if I jog the bed a little the log of wood sleeping beside me that is my husband would wake up but, better sane than sorry...I finally got up after much trial and turned to look at the man who just unknowingly, at least I hope it was, made me wake up an hour earlier than I planned, there he was lying down there all clothed in nothing but his boxers, a light cotton shirt and the blanket looking all stubble jawed and handsome and so edible, I m sure if I just reach under the blankets I could...no stop Tempe...I know the doctor said I shouldn't but ... oooh stop right now, sex is not good at this point, damn these pregnancy hormones, they were making me hornier than an 18 year old, so I turned away, with great difficulty mind you and walked towards the bathroom, first port of call, I have to pee and after that I can with a clear mind and less pressure on my bladder map out my next move. When I was done in the bathroom, I made a to-do list in my head, I am a very organized person you see, when I was 12, I d already planned out my life, I d get into college at 18, graduate by 23, work for about 4 years, make my mark in the world before or not tying myself to a man who is or rather should not be intimidated by me and love me like my dad loved my mum but you see people, when you plan your life out like that down to the details of what you should be wearing when you graduate (I don't have issues, believe me), something s bound to mess your plans you know, create a chink your chain and as it was the chink in MY chain that caused a series of fortunate events was my best friend/roomie Angela Montenegro, if it wasn't for Ange my perfect plan would have worked but one fateful night on the 24th December she made me go with her to a christmas eve party, this was not your traditional run-in-the-mill eggnog, get together christmas eve party , it was more like a DJ thumping loud music, mad sweating, ridiculously crowded, alcohol included christmas eve party and that was where I met Mr Seeley Booth, sure I made fun of his name 'Seeley', what was that?...well anyway from that day till now I don't really remember what happened that got us talking but now a year earlier than my original plan I m happily married to that tall, dark, handsome hunk of man-meat(Ange's words not mine)...yeah yeah yeah life's exciting. So the first thing on my list -take a shower I got right to that, before my pregnancy, I used to bother with mani-pedi and that used to be the first thing on my list at least twice a week but now, what's the use when I can't even remember the last time I saw my toes or wasn't too tired to even pick up the remote much less fuss over my nails. I got into the shower and bathed in honey-lavender scented soap, the blend of the 2 scents was just unbelievable. When I was done, I came out wrapped in a white immensely fluffy terry cloth bathrobe, I opened the closet and was greeted by clothes, dresses I never thought I would wear and some I still hope I could get into, the sun was almost completely up, thin slits of orange-red sunlight flitted through slight openings in the curtains so I didn't see the need to turn on the bedroom lights, I skimmed through many brightly colored plain gowns and a lot of suits before finally settling on a loose fitting pastel yellow gown that got up to my knees with wine red flowers printed sparsely on it, Seeley said this particular dress made my eyes bluer but then again as far as he was concerned everything made my eyes bluer, even a black dress with grey stripes.
I pulled out black patent ballerina flats with a black bow in the cleat area, finally with bathing, dressing and brushing crossed off the list, the next thing was to eat, when I got downstairs, I thought I was going to have a light breakfast not so much protein, not too many carbs maybe just a few sandwiches and a glass of juice but when I opened the fridge, it was like all the food in there was begging, calling out to me and who was I not to answer their desperate calls, so I got out the pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, apple pie from last night and a cup of yoghurt, I ate until I could eat no more and had to put a lid on it, since the pregnancy I d added quite a few pounds...ok make that 24 pounds and I was trying to maintain that particular weight and not add any more but it seemed almost impossible, this one time I was really trying to go on a 'preggers-diet' and Seeley had to come back with an angelic looking chocolate cake I couldn t help myself I almost had the whole thing and then he, S, had to go pull a face at me I mean what did he think when he brought the cake home, that it was going to last? For heaven s sake I was eating for two it's not like I forcefully took his sperm and fertilized my ovary in the hopes of making sure he starves to death by finishing his cake...huh!, it's not like since this pregnancy all I do is eat and sleep and eat some more and sleep some more, ok maybe I did sleep and eat a little too much but I m pregnant isn't that supposed to cover everything.
In the beginning when I told Seeley I was pregnant you should have seen his face, he was sooo happy, man, he did stuff that he wouldn't do normally unless under threat laundry, regular trash taking out, cooking! Unbelievable. And then in the third month everything changed for me I mean, I had gotten past the big three, '1st trimester', and had started feeling cranky and fat, none of my old clothes fit anymore, when I wanted to be angry I ended up crying and bawling my eyes out while husband dearest just tried to make me stop, damn hormones. In the 4th month I became fixated on being the best at my pre-natal classes, now the worst part of pregnancy, well not exactly worst more like highly uncomfortable part is from the 4th 1/2 month downward till the 7th month, all the increased blood flow in the body making you all flushed and extra sensitive to touch and stuff and all that sensitivity is not limited to your hands and feet let me tell you, at first when the really pregnant women in my class were talking about the...uh...uh urges I thought they were over exaggerating until I started feeling it, it was like everything Seeley did translated to sex, a touch on the small of my back when he was leading me out a door, a foot massage, him running his hand through his hair for God's sake and it was too much which wouldn't have been a bad thing except that my belly had grown considerably and was always getting in the way. During one of our visits to Dr Rostov we were discussing birthing options with her when Seel did something unexpected, he asked about sex after delivery WHAT?
Jesus Christ way to hit the nail on the head, I was sure I was blushing like crazy when Dr Rostov answered that we should wait for about 8-9 weeks, I was so relieved but him, he almost fell out of his seat, of course he was shocked, always thinking of himself and what he wants never considering that I was going to be the one to push out a baby girl (yep that's right we're having a girl) out of my VAGINA...MEN.
Well back to the present, it was already 9:13am and Seel wasn't up yet, what gives him the right to sleep more than I do, you know sometimes I just feel like beating him with a ladling spoon...or not I mean yeah it d feel good no doubt but then who would do everything he was doing now, nah I ll let him live, but right now I won't let him sleep.
"SEELEY!" no answer, what the hell?
"SEELEY GET DOWN HERE NOW...BOOTH?" still no answer, crap I have to wake the man up myself, do I have to do everything myself, even wake him up? Sometimes I wonder who's really pregnant.
I got there and noticed he had the blanket bunched up around him, if I wasn't focusing so intently on his face I might not have noticed his eyes flicker open for a second, only slightly, aha, he was awake "Booth come on I know you're up stop playing dead and get up" he finally opened his eyes "Tempe...why're you dressed like that"
"Dressed like what?"
"You know like you're going somewhere"
"You forgot? You actually forgot" his expression immediately changed from confused to what can only be described as an 'oh-shit' one "Of course I didn't forget, your pre-natal classes right?"
"Yes what else could it be...and if you didn't forget then how come you're still in bed, I ve been calling you from the kitchen, I even had to come up myself which is very tiring, didn't you hear me or you just chose not to? Cause if you did hear and chose not to answer then..." I had a feeling that...yep I was crying and hey look who's up and huggin'
"Hey hey don't cry please Temps ok...sshh, I didn't choose to not answer I guess I didn't hear ok? See I m awake and I m going to go get ready now and we're going to get there on time ok?"
He was finally done with showering, thank God, and then he picked out the most horrible T-shirt and jacket he could possibly have and I wasn't about to be seen in public with a man whose shirt said 'Death of an Auto-tunez', so I picked put something much more pleasing to the eyes, at least mine, we finally got to the hospital by 9:40 am, after all my perfect timing we were 10 minutes late, perfect.
A/N: Am I forgiven now?