Hey Everyone! Well, I finally was able to finish this chapter! haha
For those girls living under a rock: John is engaged to Liz once more. He proposed in September. There are pictures everywhere if you need physical proof. ---I have peace with the whole thing, so I'm all good.
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The next morning I woke up early to make her breakfast in bed like she'd done for me dozens of times. I brought a tray upstairs to the guest room where Mia was stirring. She smiled as I walked in the room, wondering what I was doing. "You always wake up early when I'm home to make me breakfast in bed. Today I thought I'd return the gesture, so I set my alarm." I put the tray down and received a hug from Mia before I made to leave. "You know, when I made you breakfast, I at least stayed to keep you company." I turned back to her shy smile. God, how I've missed that smile. "I didn't think you'd want me to." She didn't respond—just patted the bed next to her.
I had been up most of the night thinking about how I was going to get Mia back, and somewhere in there I had a good cry over how much I'd missed of her and the pregnancy. "Have you thrown up yet this morning? If you want, I'll hold your hair or whatever else you need." Mia giggled, but I had no idea why a pregnant woman would think morning sickness was funny. I certainly don't like the rare occasions I'm sick to the point of throwing up! "Randy, that's really sweet of you, but I haven't thrown up for a few months now." I just nodded, thinking I'd missed all of it. "Umm, Randy? I have a doctor's appointment today. I'm having another ultrasound. Do you want to come? I…I would really love it if you came with me." Mia laughed at how excited I got.
I'm a bigger idiot than I give myself credit for. Mia has been living five minutes from the house this entire time. She added hours to her part time job at the daycare to keep busy. I love that about her: she was never with me for my money. Mia's family had lots of money, and she had a trust fund. I never doubted that she was with me because she really did love me. Even with our combined wealth, she insisted on working a couple of hours at a daycare in the afternoons. She said she didn't want to be one of those women who just sat around the house all day.
Mia and I spent the morning catching up on the past few months, and it was soon time for her appointment. I'm not the biggest fan of doctors—let me just throw that out there. Mia slapped me once or twice because of all the fidgeting I was doing. They finally called us back, and I swear my stomach leapt into my chest when we walked in the room. I nervously sat down and started tapping my foot until Mia motioned for met to come stand next to her. "Randy, please relax—you're starting to freak me out here. The baby has been just fine so far, and we have no reason to be worried now." She grabbed my hand, placed it on her stomach where my son was kicking, and simply rested her hand on top of mine closing her eyes.
Five minutes passed before the doctor cam in. He and Mia went over how she's been since her last appointment, and I made sure to make a mental note of all of it. Mia squeezed my hand, and I knew it was time for me to see my son for the first time. The doctor asked if I wanted a stool to sit on, but I refused. Why the hell would I need a stool? I'm looking at some fuzzy picture. I didn't pass out when I felt him for the first time. How is this any different?
I was wrong. The second I saw him on the monitor, I lost it. Luckily for me, the nurse in the room anticipated this and had a stool ready behind me. I sank down on it, staring at the screen and willing myself not to cry. "He looks so real." It came out as barely a whisper but when I saw Mia's eye well up, I knew she heard me. The doctor cleaned Mia's stomach and knowingly smiled at me.
While Mia was making her next appointment, he called me over. "Congratulations, the baby is perfect. I printed out a still from the ultrasound for you to keep on the road. Mia told me early on about you're hectic schedule." I guess it was the excitement of the afternoon, because I hugged the man like there was no tomorrow. "Thank you so much!" I put the picture in my wallet, behind a picture of Mia, as I walked over to join her.
We grabbed some Chinese for dinner, and Mia picked a movie out. I had a couple more days off and decided to go to work with her tomorrow. Better start figuring the whole kid thing out before he actually gets here I suppose. Mia was a bit surprised but seemed excited about it. I put the movie in and was pleasantly surprised when she curled into my side.
Mia had fallen asleep by the time the movie ended, and I didn't have the heart to wake her up. I managed to get up without disturbing her. I contemplated letting her sleep on the couch but decided against it, thinking she wouldn't be comfortable there now that she was pregnant. She used to sleep on the couch when I was coming home. Mia wanted to be the first thing I saw when I walked through the door. I picked Mia up and carried her to her room upstairs. I had expected her to be heavier with the baby weight, but she really hadn't gained much more weight than the baby itself.
I slipped her under the covers and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Mia. One day maybe you'll love me back again." I stared at her stomach for a moment before kissing it and telling my son goodnight. I moved to get up when Mia slightly woke up. In a sleep-filled voice, she gave me hope. "I love you too, Randy—so much it hurts sometimes." She just closed her eyes and went right back to sleep. I spent the next hour or so laying in bed thinking about everything I put her through. She still loves me…and is having my child…
