Yeah, yeah, I know, I've been really bad with updates, but now that a whole bunch of crap is done with I'll be updating faster, no distractions. =)

Brittany

"Alex, I never knew you could cook!" Sierra smiles, shoveling giant mouthfuls of her dinner into her mouth as if she couldn't eat it fast enough.

Very classy, Sierra, you have barbecue sauce on your chin.

I tap my chin as Sierra looks my way and she blushes slightly, grabbing a napkin to wipe it off. It's funny how two people that have known each other for so long can speak without words. Alex and I do it too. I look over at Alex, who has long since finished his meal, along with Doug. Alex got me a second helping when I said I was still hungry—I can't help it, I'm eating for two!

"Who did you think did the cooking here? Britt?" he laughs and I elbow him lightly, making a face.

"I'm not that bad at cooking," I defend and he raises an eyebrow at me. "Okay, fine, I'm not very good…" Alex smirks and leans over to kiss me,

"Just stay out of la cocina and we won't have any…problems."

"Ugh, Alex! It was one time!" I say, leaning back in my chair and adjusting myself and the baby so we were both comfortable. Alex just smirks again and looks back at the confused Doug and Sierra,

"A story for later," he smiles, then blocks his mouth slightly with his hand, but so I can still see what he's mouthing—'When she falls asleep.' I pout, crossing my arms across my chest. Alex looks over and gives me an amused look, letting his eyes linger on my breasts. I roll my eyes and uncross my arms…men…

I will admit my boobs have gotten bigger because of the pregnancy, but everything has kind of gotten bigger because of the pregnancy…

I shift in my seat a little bit and feel weight pressing down on my bladder. Why must this kid use my bladder as a cushion? I scoot out from the table and go to stand up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sierra says, eyeing me as I'm trying to stand up—keyword: trying.

"This kid has me peeing at least three times an hour, where do you think I'm going?" I ask, finally getting to my feet. Alex stands and says,

"I'll help you." I know he's just trying to take care of me and the baby, but I can do things on my own—I was put on bedrest, not bed-arrest.

"I'll be fine, Alex, don't worry," I smile and back up a few steps. They should make one of those reverse beeping alarms for pregnant women. Alex hesitantly sits down, but watches me as I waddle to the bathroom just down the hall. I can feel his eyes on me until I close the door behind me.

I come out a few minutes later and sigh, taking my time going back to the table—no rush now, bladder's empty. I feel myself slowing down even more before I fully realize the blurriness of my vision. The hallway starts to spin…

"Britt?" Alex calls from the dining room. I don't answer—I try to focus and see straight. I prop myself against the wall with my hand for balance, but within seconds I feel the familiar muscles of my man's arms.

"Are you alright? Can you hear me?" he asks, touching my cheeks and forehead. I don't realize I have my eyes closed until I have to reopen them to face my worried husband.

"Just give me a second, I'm fine…just got a little dizzy, is all…" I say, closing my eyes for a few seconds more and then sighing slightly. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he asks, still holding me as if I'm about to fall.

"I'm probably just tired…I think I'll just go lay down," I say, turning towards the bedroom. His grip doesn't falter,

"Let me help you," he said, not a question…more of a demand. He isn't going to let me do anything by myself now…stupid dizzy spell.

This baby needs to arrive already.

Alex leads me to the bed and sits me down on the edge—I can see Sierra in the doorway. I smile at her reassuringly and she comes in, sitting beside me for a second before announcing that she has to get going because she has work in the morning, and that Doug had done the dishes because he didn't help cook. I give her a quick awkward hug and she and Doug take their leave.

I sigh once they're gone and Alex brings me over one of his T-shirts, and then proceeds to help me change. Normally I'd object but exhaustion is kicking in and this belly is a hard thing to get around. He fixes the sheets next, and grabs my meds,

"Alex, you can calm down…I'm fine, the baby's fine…" He looks up from my medication bottles and hands me two from one bottle, and one each from three other bottles—if they weren't prescribed solely for the baby's health I wouldn't be taking them I hate swallowing pills.

"I'll get you a glass of water," he says, slipping out of the room. I look at the different pills in my hand and rub my stomach. It's still hard to believe that I'm going to bring a living being into this world in a matter of weeks. I hope they look like their dad. I smile at the thought and picture a little girl with long, thick black hair.

"Here you go, need anything else?" he asks, pulling back my sheets as I swallow the horse-sized pills. I shake my head and finish off the glass of water. Alex takes the empty glass and sets it on the bedside table, then helps me lay down.

"I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning," I mention, easing down onto the pillows, holding my stomach.

"Yeah, I know, eight o'clock," he smirks. He's good. I smile and pat the spot next to me,

"Come to bed," I say and he smiles,

"Just let me change first." Dinner and a show, what a night. I bite the inside of my lip to keep from giggling and I watch him change.

"See something you like mujer?" he smirks, catching my watching.

"Quite a few things, actually…but then again, I always have been strangely attracted to Mexicanos."

He let out a small chuckle and crawled into bed, just wearing a pair of black boxers. I turn on my side slightly and he slides up next to me, putting his arm around me so I'm right in the crook of his arm. I smile and close my eyes, holding him close.

"Alex?"

"Mmm?"

"What if I can't do this?" I ask, doubt creeping out of nowhere all of a sudden.

"Can't do what?"

"Be a mother…" A mixture of joy and worry has been plaguing this entire pregnancy, not surfacing until that question just now.

"Britt, you know you'll be a great mother, and you're not alone in this either…I'm not going anywhere, and neither are Sierra, Doug, or your parents…"

"I'm just…nervous," I reply, fidgeting with my fingers, curling and uncurling the blanket's folds.

"We both are," he says, kissing my hair, "But, we'll get each other through this."

"Alex?"

"¿Ah sí?" My God, I love it when he speaks Spanish—always have, always will.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Love you back," he says softly, scooting closer and putting his hands on my belly.

I take a deep breath and lean back against him as he runs his hands over my rounded stomach. I listen to his even breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He starts to hum softly to me and I drift slowly to sleep with the two people I love most in this world: My husband and our baby.

I owe you guys another update by like…tomorrow, lol, so check back soon! 3