A/N: I also loved writing this chapter, it was so fun writing about StBerryBaby. :)
Number four, being pregnant with my first child.
It had been two years since the wedding, and I was loving married life. Jesse always introduced me to his workmates with pride, and he made sure everyone we met knew I was his wife.
Work was also going well for us. I was off one day because I felt sick, and Jesse had stayed home to take care of me. He had just gone to the shop because I wanted my favourite vegan soup, and we didn't have any left.
Jesse had been gone twenty minutes now, and the shop was only five minutes away by car. I only needed one thing, so where was he?
My stomach lurched and I ran to the toilet to vomit. "Oh god," I moaned. "Where the hell are you, Jesse?"
I rinsed out my mouth and brushed my teeth. Twenty-five minutes.
I searched the cupboard under the sink for medicine. There was none. How odd. We always had things like that.
Maybe I would run down to the shop to get some. I could walk, we only lived down the road from it.
So I walked slowly down to the chemist, feeling gross. In the shop I got what I needed, and was walking to the counter, when I saw something that made me stop.
Right there on the shelf were a bunch of pregnancy tests.
My heart almost stopped. All the symptoms were right - morning sickness, nausea, crying, dreams... so much more...
I reached up and grabbed one, with a smiley face on it. It would be happy if I was pregnant - we weren't trying, but I know Jesse wanted a child, and I did, now I thought about it.
I gave my things to the cashier, feeling oddly happy. I wasn't a teenager or anything, I didn't hate kids, so there was no reason for me not to be happy at the thought of a child.
The cashier gave me my things back, and I paid. He smiled at me, because I looked happy, so he guessed I wanted a baby. I smiled back.
Back at the house, the first thing I did was take the test. Now I so badly wanted a baby.
The minutes seemed to take hours. Then, finally, I stole a glance. And saw something that changed my whole life.
I was pregnant.
Then, just then, I heard the front door open, and Jesse's voice. "Rach!" he called out. "I'm home!"
I stuffed the test in the bin, and flew down the stairs. I threw myself at him, kissing him.
We kissed, and then Jesse pulled back slightly, looking surprised. "Hey, baby." he said.
"Oh Jesse!" I said excitedly. "Guess what!"
"Um.. you don't feel sick anymore?"
Actually, now he mentioned it, I hadn't taken the medicine. Oh well. I had more important things to do.
"No." I grinned.
"What is it then?" Jesse begged.
I took a deep breath. "Not now." I told him. "Theres somewhere we need to got first..."
Five minutes later, Jesse and I were sitting on the same beach we got married on, licking ice-creams. I still hadn't told him.
"So," he said. "You haven't told me what it is yet..."
"Oh." I said happily. "Well..."
"Yes?"
"I"m pregnant."
Jesse almost dropped his ice-cream. Then, he did drop it, knocked mine out of my hands, and twirled me round in his arms.
"Rachel, we're having a baby?"
"Yes," I told him, and he kissed me.
Everyone around us was watching with amusment, and Jesse turned to face them.
"I'm going to be a father." he told them, grinning goofily.
Everyone clapped for us. People were so nice.
"Is this your first?" a lady asked.
"Yes." I replied. "I just found out ten minutes ago."
The rest of the day was a blur of hugs from total strangers on the beach, Jesse buying me everything I wanted, and baby talk. It was weird - I had never really thought about babies until now, when I was pregnant. Of course, I had always assumed we would have kids, but I had never thought we would have them now. Not that we were too young or anything, it was just strange to think of being a mother.
But, I vowed I would be a better mother than my own.
I would love my baby. I would protect it from anything and everything, as would Jesse. I knew he would.
This child was part of my life now.
So, my pregnancy began. And nine months later, it came.
"ARRRGGGHH!" I screamed. "I hate you Jesse!"
Okay, at the moment I wasn't the most relaxed women in the world. Giving birth isn't pleasant.
It wasn't too nice for my loyal husband either. He hated seeing his wife in pain.
"Come on Rach." he urged me. "You can do this."
"NO I CAN'T!" I sobbed.
"It will be all worth it, when we see our little boy." he told me.
And that calmed me. It would be worth it. How long had I waited to finally have my little boy in my arms? Someone I could tell people was my son, mine and Jesse's?
He would be perfect. I imagined a little version of Jesse.
Now it seemed easier, thinking about my son. The hours seemed to go by faster.
And then, just like that, it was over.
The nurse passed me my baby. The first thing I noticed was his dark curly hair, my colour, but Jesse's curls. Then I saw how much he resembled both of us. My face shape, Jesse's nose, thank god, Jesse's mouth shape, and many other little things. I was so amazed by my child's beauty that I didn't hear it cry. I didn't notice the tears flowing down my face, or Jesse's.
All I could see was my baby boy.
I looked at Jesse. His reflection mirrored mine, happy, eyes shining, amazed by the baby we made together.
I kissed the baby's head and stroked his curls. I wanted to know if he had Jesse's eyes or mine.
He was perfect.
"Do you have a name picked out?" asked a nurse. It was only then I saw everyone else in the room, besides Jesse and my son.
"We had a few favourites." Jesse answered.
"Do you want some time together?" said the doctor.
"That would be nice. Thank you."
The nurses and doctors cleared out, leaving the three of us. The St James family.
"Do you want to hold him?" I whispered. I didn't want to let go of him, but Jesse needed to hold his son. I passed him, carefully, to my husband. It was harder then I thought, letting him go.
Jesse looked like he might burst with pride at any moment.
"What should we call him?" I wondered out loud.
Jesse replied, "Your baby cousin, the one that died when it was two days old, was called Hamish. I like that name."
"And," I said, "Your fathers middle name is Daniel, isn't it? What about that? I know it would mean heaps to your father, and my family, if we used those names..."
"Yeah. We just need to figure out if it should be Hamish Daniel St James or Daniel Hamish St James." Jesse told me.
"How about Daniel Hamish St James?" I said.
Jesse smiled. "Sounds good."
"It sounds perfect."
Then, the doctor came in, telling us that he needed to take Daniel for some tests. Jesse reluctantly passed him over.
I was sad, but later that day, I had my baby back.
And I loved him.
A/N: What did you think? Just one more to go! Also, I sort of randomly picked the name Hamish cos I couldn't find any others that went well with Daniel, and Daniel is the name of my brother... please read the next one as well, I'll update as soon as I can.
