I really appreciated the Doctor Who Reference. Clara is a beautiful, amazing name. No one has agreed with me verbally yet, but I know you guys are reading this story, so that's nice. My views are through the roof, (for me anyways). I guess I don't need reviews (I'm not needy for them), but it would be nice. I love reading them.
Well, back on topic about Warnette Baby and Warnette Ship. Here's month seven. Do they seem OOC or is that just me? Anyway… that's about all I have to say. Enjoy and with love.
(JULIETTE'S POV)
I'm glowing.
Clara will not stop glowing. At first, it was cute, maybe even cool.
Now?
It's annoying. People keep staring at me, and it's just not enjoyable. I want her out of my body too.
I have a good 10 plus weeks left and I can't deal with it. I'm tired, I have to pee all the time, I'm out of breath if I walk too far, I'm dizzy, I have headaches, heartburn, stomach aches, my body looks just… huge and I'm full of cramps.
"Being pregnant is fun, right?" Some people say.
I say, "Is that some kind of sick joke?"
Anyways, I'm really big now. This baby has grown.
You can tell really well that I'm pregnant now.
Anyways, it's morning now and Clara kept me up all night between the kicking, moving, glowing and peeing… I think I have decided that I will never be able to sleep again. Once Clara is out into the world she's still going to need me to feed her, if she doesn't sleep, I don't sleep.
Oh God. What have I gotten myself into?
I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just… I need to sleep.
Anyways, Warner is just waking up. "Good morning," he yawns.
I let out a frustrated "hm." He rolls his beautiful green eyes.
"How's Clara?" He asks.
"She's nocturnal. I'm never going to be able to sleep again."
"Don't say that, I know you will… one day."
My eyebrows cave upwards. "Aaron!"
He kisses me. His fingers slide over my stomach. Clara kicks.
Hard.
I break away from Warner and he looks alarmed, "What just happened?"
"I don't think Clara likes you," I say. He looks offended.
"Well she better!" He says, "She wouldn't be here without me."
Warner sits up. His eyes follow down my body. I told him it's too hard to be doing anything right now.
That was last week.
I think he is in withdraw. Like said, it's been a week. He needs to wait 10 or so more. His fingers dance up my arm and down my body. "Are you sure about this?" He asks.
"Trust me, you don't want to be on this right now," I say, referencing my body.
"Love, you are beautiful," he says, kissing me.
I "hm," again and roll my eyes. He gives me a skeptical look. "Aaron, I'm not exactly in my prettiest state. I don't look nice anymore; I think we can all agree on that."
"You're not pretty, you're stunningly beautiful, love." I roll my eyes again. Of course that's what he'd think. He says, "Do you want to try and rest today? I've got to get to a meeting, but you should rest if you can."
"I don't want to give up work," I argue.
"You're not," he says, "you can work in bed if that makes you happier."
(WARNER'S POV)
After talking with Juliette, she's decided to stay in our bed. I like her there, it makes me feel… sure of myself. Especially because she has this cute habit to soothe Clara with her hand. I don't know why I like that so much, but I do. When I walk out of my shower, I see her passed out on the bed. She was finally able to get some sleep. I pick the papers up off the bed and place them on her bedside table. I walk to my meeting.
(PAGE BREAK)
That meeting was full of arguments, threatening statements and rudeness. They can't decide on some factories because they're kind of dangerous. People could get hurt or killed. After listening for a while, I came up with a solution. They all, for the most part, agreed and I'm on my way back to Juliette. Kenji stops me, "Have you seen J?"
"She's sleeping," I reply.
"She's not in your room," he says, "I already checked."
I hide my alarm. She could just be working. I shouldn't be alarmed, but I am. I always will be. "Where do you think she is?"
"I was hoping you knew. That's why I asked," Kenji says, full of sarcasm. It's been over a year and I still want to slap him.
"Did you check with the twins?" I ask.
"I was there before I set out to find her," he says.
"Is she with James?" I ask.
Just then James comes running up to us. "Guys, you've got to come with me!"
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"It's Juliette, she's in the training room, come on," he says, somewhat out of breath.
When we arrive in the training room I see Juliette right away. I can feel her anger. Just as we walk in she punches a bag. The chain rips right off the ceiling. "Um, J?" Kenji asks, carefully.
"What's wrong?" I ask. I walk to her and she buries her head in my shoulder. Kenji and James stand there awkwardly.
"Hey, J… it's okay," Kenji says.
Juliette lifts her head. She's fighting tears and she seems to be losing the battle. She says, "My mom called. She said a bunch of stuff I don't want to talk about. I just-"
"It's okay Juliette," James says. He hugs her and she cracks a smile.
"Thanks James," She says. "You have an eleven o'clock appointment with the advisors, you should get going," she says to me.
"You're more important to me," I say.
She holds James a bit awkwardly because of her stomach. Suddenly, James jumps back. "What was that?" He asks.
"That was Clara, she's kicking," Juliette says. Then her head turns to me, "Really. You should get going. They will never let this go if you're late and you know it."
I kiss her, briefly, and say goodbye. About a week ago she told me that we couldn't do anything anymore. I knew that was coming, I'm not going to lie, she's not exactly the skinniest anymore. She said after Clara was born we could.
I don't think I can hold off for ten weeks, but if that's what Juliette wants, I guess I'll have to. But, my self-control is little to none.
Also, Juliette does not make it easy. She never does.
She looks so beautiful even though she thinks she looks awful. She's always glowing, not just because of Clara too. She has a glow about her.
So, I walk into the meeting and try not to show my boredom from the arguing that is going on between these advisors.
(PAGE BREAK)
"What did your mom say?" I ask.
"She was just talking about how we can't let another "freak" out into the word. She said we should just kill "it,"" Juliette says. "I think she was a little drunk, but that's no excuse."
"It's not," I agree. I notice she's soothing Clara with her left hand, her ring is shining. She's going to be such a good mother. The thought makes me smile.
"What's the smile for?" Juliette smiles back to me.
"I just know you're going to be better than your mother. You're not going to let anything happen to Clara."
"Yeah? And Clara's going to have you wrapped around her finger," she says.
"That's not true," I argue.
"Sure it's not, Aaron. I have you around my finger, but that took a while. Clara? She's not even out in the world yet and you'd do anything for her."
I roll my eyes, but what's shocking is I realize Juliette's right.
(PAGE BREAK)
Sonya, Juliette and I are sitting in a small hospital room. "How are you feeling, Juliette?" Sonya asks my wife.
(I love saying that.) Juliette replies, with a roll of her eyes, "I'm fine."
"Love, I can tell you're not okay and I'm not good with this health/pregnancy thing."
Juliette just rolls her eyes again.
Sonya says, "get more rest when and if possible okay?"
"Okay," Juliette sighs.
That's it for month seven. I've got big plans coming up for the birth/month nine. So, next chapter, month eight, might be a bit short. Well, have a great rest of the weekend and until next time.
