Mi amor tosses over in the bed a lot now. It's because the bebe is growing. I don't mind. I would endure anything for Romanito and our bebe.
"Oi, Spagna. Wake up. I can't sleep."
"What's wrong? Is it your back? Are you or the bebe hungry?" I gasped. "IS IT TIME?"
I wasn't fully awake so I wasn't thinking straight. As a matter of a fact, I wasn't thinking at all.
"No you idiot! I'm only in my 6th month!"
"Ohhhh... Phew. That's good." The room's not even ready yet.
"I'm hungry. Can you get me something to eat?" I sat up so I could wake up a little.
"What would you like?"
"W-Well... It's a little strange..."
I looked at him and he was definitely blushing.
"Well? Go on. I'm sure nothing is weirder than a hot fudge sundae with tabasco sauce and pickles."
"HEY! That was delicious! Che... Well, actually I was really in the mood for a cheeseburger."
"Cheeseburger?"
"Yeah! With pickles and onions and all that stuff."
"So, you want me to visit America?"
"No, I want you to move to Antartica and sleep with the penguins."
I was hurt.
"B-But Lovi!"
"You idiot! Of course I meant to go to America and get me a freakin' cheeseburger. Ooh, make that a double."
I thought I saw drool escaping Lovinito's mouth. My eyes must've been playing tricks on me.
"Yes, mi querido." I kissed him on the forehead and went to get dressed. By the time I went to tell Lovi hasta luego, he fell asleep.
I went to 16 different fast food restaurants to find a cheeseburger. I'm shocked that I found it by England's house. He must really miss having America around. Heck, even I'd miss Romano if he rebelled against me and left me alone. Just the thought of it made my heart throb. I bought two double cheeseburgers just in case one wasn't enough. America said no burger is complete without fries and a soda. So I bought that as well. I hope Lovi would like it.
When I came home, I found him on the couch sleeping. He must've been uncomfortable on the bed. I didn't want to wake him up, but I didn't want him to eat cold food as well. I sat down by him and gently shook him.
"Romanito, I got you some food."
His eyes opened slightly. He looked at the bag and probably remembered why I had the bag. He sat up (with some help) and began munching on one of the burgers. He was half asleep when he was eating. Midway through the burger, he stopped eating.
"Lovi?"
He was asleep in a sitting position. It seems as if Roma wasn't getting enough sleep lately. I put the burger back in its wrapper. I used one of the napkins to wipe Lovi's ketchup-smeared cheeks. I kissed one of then and then laid him down carefully. I quietly cleaned up. As soon as I cleaned up, I decided to sleep in the living room, since the bedroom seemed to be a little cold without someone to share it with. I fell asleep on the armchair.
In the morning, it was more painful to move around. Stiff neck, sore back, and swollen feet. Wow, that made me sound like I was in Lovi's position. Speaking of which, where'd he go? I looked around and found him eating the leftovers from last night.
"Buenos dias, Lovi!" I stretched, feeling something pop and lock. He just growled at me and continued to munch on the burger.
"Did you sleep well?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Our bambina has been kicking all night and it was just so uncomfortable. My back hurts like hell too."
I walked over to him and rubbed his back a little.
"Better now?"
"Yeeaaaahh..."
The phone rang and I went to pick it up.
"Hola? Ah, buenos dias Feli! Como estas?"
"Ve! Welcome back Nii-chan! Is fratello there? I haven't talked to him in months."
"Yeah he's right here."
I didn't even notice that he was shaking his head. Too late now. I handed over the phone.
"What do you want Feli?"
I didn't hear what happened, but I'm pretty sure he didn't like it. Oh darn, now I have to get rid of cheeseburger chunks on the fridge.
"You WHAT?"
"Lovi, what's going on?"
"How could you? That guy's a bastard! All he does is yell at my little fratello and feed you stuff you don't even like!... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE HIS WURST? NO! Feli!... No, I don't want any of your pasta. You can have it... When is it?... I don't think we'll be able to make it... We'll try though."
Romano was rubbing the bridge of his nose and mumbling something foul in Italian.
"Ciao fratello. I'll talk to you soon." He hung up abruptly.
"That bastard!" He got up and marched over to the calendar, flipping to the January section.
"So what's up?"
"Those bastards!"
"Who?"
"Mi fratello and his... his fiancee! ARGH!" He circled the 12th. It was circled before though. Hm. I wonder why. I hugged him from behind and placed my hands on his tummy. The baby was definitely kicking hard. He shook me off and walked over to sit back down at the table. Lovi was fuming.
"Fiancee? Tu hermano is getting married? A quien?"
"That-that potato bastard! How could he be do stupid? Ugh! They're both so stupid! Gosh! And they decided to get have a wedding on the day when the baby is supposed to come."
Ah, so our bebe was due the 12th. I see now. I noticed that Lovi was rubbing his stomach more often. Poor guy. The bebe was going to be a strong one. He used the other hand to support his head.
"Just thinking about it makes me light headed." He got up to get a drink of orange juice, but he never reached the kitchen counter. He collapsed on the floor, right in front of my eyes.
"Lovi!" I ran over and checked to see if he was alive. The blood was still pulsing through his veins and his breath was still there. The bebe seemed to be okay as well: kicking and punching and whatnot. I laid him back on the couch and applied a wet cloth on his forehead. I was so scared. I lifted my hand and noticed how much it was shaking.
"See Lovi? This is why we don't eat cheeseburgers." I managed to laugh while tears rolled down my cheeks. I don't know why I was crying. It could've been from relief or just the thought that I could've lost the two most important people in the world in a split second.
Lovi wasn't waking up for a long time. That's alright, as long as he was breathing. This gave me a lot of time to think about things. I thought about things like why did Lovi faint, is this going to hurt the baby, what the room should look like, Feli and Ludwig getting married, our baby being born, the gender of the child, what he or she would look like, everything. It was all happening at once. It was definitely stressful. I can't even remember the last time I visited my tomato garden. The tomatoes must've started wilting by now. I decided to pay it a visit while Lovi was laying unconcious in the living room.
It wasn't that chilly outside. It was the beginning of November, but the temperatures were in the mid-70s. I expected to see bad tomatoes and flies everywhere. I didn't though. I saw beautiful, ripe tomatoes that were ready for harvesting. Was Lovi looking after our tomatoes?
I heard Romanito shift on the couch. I looked over to him only to find him staring at me.
"Hey Spaaaaiiinn?"
I chuckled. At least he wasn't unconcious any more.
"S ?"
"I have this strange craving and it's not for food."
"Oh? What is it?"
"I-I kinda... sorta wanna see you dance. Particularly to the salsa... I don't know why."
"Then I shall dance!" I stomped as soon as I turned around and began to dance. He watched me dance and laughed. I sang along as well. I loved to see him smile.
It used to be a rare occasion to see him smile, but now it was almost as common as brushing your teeth twice a day. I finished with a pose and Lovi clapped. I bowed respectfully and walked over to Romano. I offered my hand.
"Bailas con me."
He hesitated for a while. I helped him up anyways.
"When I dance, I have two left feet."
"Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall." We decided to slow dance, just enjoying each other's presence. I began to hum a melody. It was the melody we had at our wedding. It was so beautiful yet slow. I noticed Lovi crying. I laughed.
"Are you crying?"
"Yeah, it's the damn hormones." He pouted and I couldn't help but grin.
"Have I satisfied your cravings?"
"Yeah. For now."
I hugged him and never wanted to let him go. I felt the baby kick hard into my stomach.
"He sure is kicking hard."
"Yes she is."
"That's it. I give up." I stopped hugging and raised my hands up in defeat.
"What? What are you talking about?" He was so confused. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"You have somehow convinced me that our bebe should be a girl. You keep saying she and it makes me think how much more fun it'd be to have a girl." A smile lit up on his face and he crossed his arms.
"See? I told you." He went to get some pickles. He really liked those lately. I took a tomato and ate it.
"So you wanna name her Selena?" I asked. Lovi shook his head.
"Felicita."
"I like it. Felicita Carriedo Vargas."
"Me too."
I placed my hand on Lovi's tummy again and waited for a kick. Almost a second later, she did. Twice.
"Felicita."
(Author's Note)
~ 3 chapters in one night. Hell yeah!
~ I wrote this in the dead of the night (1 am) and it turned out pretty good. And if I had a computer available, maybe it'd take less than 3 hours to type. (I hate the keyboard on my iPhone. XP)
~ Terrible ending is terrible. I know. TTTT_TTTT
~ Alright, so any more guesses right about now? Spain and Romano want it to be a girl. What do you guys want it to be? (I have it all planned out already, but I'd like to hear more from you.)
~ So far... Team Spain: 2; Team Romano: 0; Team Switzerland: 1. Keep guessing! If you wanted girl, then what name would you give to her? If you wanted a boy, what name would've you given to him?
~ I'm on vacation right now and today's the last day, so I might not post up anything within the next few days/weeks. I'm trying to post up as many as I can today.
~ Oh yeah, the translation: Bailas con me (Spanish) Dance with me.
