Whenever the nightmares would come back, Jesse would pull me close and comfort me, as always, being the best husband ever.
And I would feel better.
The problem was the whole morning sickness thing.
Every morning I would get out of bed and tip toe to the bathroom.
Just always remember to puke your guts out quietly, Beca.
And that was exactly what I'd do, before going to at a bowl of cereal or a slice of cold pizza.
Did I mention the weird food cravings?
I did it again the night that Stacie called me.
I walked to the kitchen and poured the milk and cereal in a bowl and took a seat on the couch, trying not to wake Jesse.
I flipped the movie channel on and watched Teresa Palmer chop some alien's head off.
Then my phone rang loudly.
Crap.
Good thing Jesse's a really heavy sleeper.
"Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?" Stacie asked.
"Um, no, but you almost woke Jesse. You can't just call me out of nowhere at five A.M., Stacie." I said.
"Well, I have great news...So, can you make a quick exception?" She asked.
"Oh, God. You're not pregnant, too, are you?" I asked.
If any of the ex Bellas would be having a baby, I know it would be Stacie.
"What? No. Chloe and I are throwing you a baby shower next month!" She cheered.
I sighed. That's just like Chloe and Stacie. Throw me a baby shower when I'm five months pregnant, why don't you, awesome nerds?
"No, no, no. Is it really such an acheivement that I'm pregnant? And who has a baby shower at five months? We should at least wait until I'm seven months." I said.
Stacie sighed. "Oh, come on, Beca. You never agree to anything. You could at least have some fun!" Sh said.
"My idea of fun isn't sitting around opening gift wrapped diapers." I said.
"Pwease, Beca?" Stacie said in a baby voice.
"Fine." I sighed.
"Just quit talking like that."
