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Happy Halloween if I don't get the next one out before it.
I've Been Dying To Reach You, by Saosin.
(THIS THING WON'T CENTER! GRR)
I knew I should have called Troy. I knew it. He deserved to know when I found out. But, I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to, he needed to hear this in person. I knew by the time I got home, he would be home, which was one of the reasons why I didn't call him. It took time to run my blood work, then Dr. Hastings had to talk to me about the results, and what they entailed. Like Troy said yesterday, we're in this together. I wish we could have found out together. I need him.
I pulled into the driveway only to see Troy's camaro still there. He usually pulls into the garage, but I didn't care he didn't. I parked next to him, grabbing my purse as I got out, holding back tears. I rushed up the walkway, the steps, and into the house.
"Brie," Troy instantly said, hearing me. He was in the living room, if I know him as well as I know I do, pacing. He stopped when heard me, then started towards me slowly.
I put my purse down on the bar. He paused as we looked at each other for a moment. He saw the tears, and was unsure. I just nodded uncontrollably.
"You're pregnant," he stated, a smile spreading across his face.
I nodded, already running down to him. "I'm pregnant," I assured him, jumping into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist. I laughed loudly, letting my happy tears roll down my face as he swung me around.
Troy had no intention of letting me go. "I knew it," he said against my lips as he kissed me repeatedly.
I kissed him back, my tears stopping. "Six weeks. I'm six weeks pregnant," I informed him.
"I told you you were fine," he mumbled, kissing me more, a smile still on his face.
I was smiling, too. "I know. And, I am," I agreed, kissing him on the lips again. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," he stated, his hands squeezing my butt a little. "I'm going to be a dad," he said to me, and probably to himself. "You're going to be a mom," he went on.
I just nodded to all of the above, then kissed him again.
"She told me my conception date," I told him, one of my hands running through his hair about ten minutes later. We have been making out about that long. We finally moved into the living room, on the couch, and are only now talking about it.
Troy kissed my temple. "Yeah? What is it?" he questioned, one of hands on top of my stomach, one of mine on top of his.
I smiled wider than I was, which I guessed was impossible. "October eighteenth," I answered.
He smiled wider, too. "My birthday," he said, kissing me hard again. "Best birthday ever," he informed me, resting his forehead against mine. "Wait, you got your period last month, remember? You stayed in bed almost that whole weekend because you were so sad about it. That, and you always hate your period," he reminded me.
"I know. She said that that wasn't my regular period. It was spotting, which can happen during pregnancy. She also told me all about pre-natal vitamins, which I already know about because of my fertile sisters, I already stopped and got them. I'm due in July. I made another appointment, too. I'm six weeks now, and since you go every month, it's in two weeks. We'll be able to get an ultrasound then, and everything else," I told him.
"I haven't seen you smile this wide since our wedding day," Troy murmured, pressing his lips against mine. "I love it. I love you," he stated, then he rubbed my belly gently. "And, I love you," he said to my stomach.
I laughed at his cuteness. "I doubt he or she can hear you, I'm only a little over six weeks along," I said, kissing his nose. "I love you, too, by the way," I added. He kept on smiling, like I was.
"So, I think it's okay to say that the prank war is officially over for us," he announced, holding me closer after my mini rant. "I don't want anything to happen to you, at all. From here on out to July you aren't allowed to lift anything heavy, basically do any major physical labor, you're not allowed to break up fights at school, hell, your purse isn't allowed to be too heavy," he informed me.
I laughed again. "I'll stop lifting, I barely did phyiscal labor before, I'll refrain from breaking up fights, and my purse is not going to be weighed, get over it," I replied.
"Hey, I am your husband, your life partner, your other half, and apparently, the father of your unborn child, if I say the purse is getting weighed, it's getting weighed," he stated.
I shook my head at him. "And, I'm your wife, your life partner, your better half, and it's my body this child is in, so what I say goes," I reminded him.
"I hope the baby doesn't get your stubbornness," he mumbled grumpily, obviously knowing he is losing this pointless fight. "I'm just looking out for you, ya know," he said giving me sad puppy dog eyes.
I crumbled, way too easily, and kissed him. "I know, and I think it's completely adorable, along with unbelievably sexy that you do, but we're talking about my purse here," I started, leaving my lips really close to his. "I agreed to everything else," I whispered, both of our eyes closing a little.
"You're sexy," he murmured before kissing me.
Our lips moved together, my body shifting closer to his, if possible. I pulled away quickly, sooner than he expected. "It's not just me anymore, you know," I told him, making him confused. "If something bad ever happens to you, it's not just me your affecting," I explained. "There is a baby now."
"Nothing really bad is going to happen to me, Brie," Troy promised, tugging me closer. I didn't like that really bad part of his sentence. "I'm always going to be here, not only for you, but our baby, and all the other babies that come after," he assured me.
I nodded, linking one of my hands through his. "I'm going to be able to do it this time," I told him, looking into his eyes. "I'm not going to mess it up, and miscarry, or anything. I talked to Dr. Hastings about that. She said I should be absolutely fine throughout the pregnancy," I said.
"I know you will," he responded instantly. "I never thought about that," he stated. "You're going to be fine, I'm going to be fine, and the baby is going to be fine. You're way too good at worrying," he mumbled, then kissed me.
I threw one of my arms around his neck. "I'm a mom, or about to be anyways, it's my job to worry."
"Hey, stop yelling at me, if we had done what I wanted to, I wouldn't have to do this here," Troy reminded me two hours later as we stood in the airport, waiting for our parents. Mom and Papi are staying at our house, in our spare bedroom for Thanksgiving.
I laughed at him, leaning away as he tried to kiss me again. "Troy, I was not going to leave our parents at the airport like you wanted, just so we could have sex," I assured him, looping my arms around his neck while his own tightened aroud my waist. After my doctor's appointment, I changed into a pair of fitted blue jeans, and a simple black scoop neck shirt that flowed to the top of my jeans. I put on black heel-less boots with it. Troy made me put on a gray cover up over top, using my pregnancy against me. I can't say I didn't cave soon after. We live in New Mexico, not New York, as I had told him, but lost the battle anyways. I re-did my hair, taking it out of the bun it was in before. Now, it's parted on the side, with my bangs sweeping across my forehead, and my hair is slightly curly, not in the full-blow curls it usually is.
"I didn't say we'd just leave them here, I said we'd tell them your car broke down, which it is prone to do, so they would have to get a taxi or something," he corrected, wearing dark jeans, and a black button up with a while t-shirt on underneath, along with white converse. "By the way, you're getting a new car," he informed me.
I faked a gasp. "Troy! I like my car, I've had it since my sophomore year of college," I reminded him.
"I don't care. You realize we're spending more money on me fixing it every time it breaks down, rather than buying you a nice car? Besides, five kids will not fit in my camaro and your four door," he added, and I knew his mind was made up. Ugh, I like that he handles all our financial stuff because I don't want to deal with it, but because he does handle it all, he knows more about it than me. He learned from his mom, he does all the calculations, really, he does.
I let out a breath of defeat. "I don't have to get a mini van, do I?" I questioned, resting against him. "Because, that to me seems like an old-person car, or a soccer Mom thing, which I wouldn't mind, but our kids are going to be playing basketball."
"Nah. I'll find something, then you can pick the color. And, they'll play whatever sport they want, it doesn't have to be basketball, it doesn't have to be anything," he answered easily, kissing the corner of my mouth. I nodded in agreement, smiling, waiting for him to kiss me. As soon as he did, I pulled away. "Brie!" he whined, his head dropping down to my shoulder.
"I just remembered something," I replied, making him lift his head. "When are we going to tell everyone? I mean, if this was my, like, third it wouldn't be as big of a deal. But this is our first, one we've been trying to have for six months, it's a big thing," I told him.
He shrugged. "We're going to dinner at your mom's tonight, we can tell everyone then. It will make everyone happy after the fight your mom and my mom will be having," he suggested.
"They won't be fighting, I hope, but all my brother's won't be there," I responded.
Troy sighed. "Then, tomorrow, on Thankgiving. Hey, do you find it coincidental that in the week I met you eight years ago, we find out you're pregnant?" he wondered. We don't really celebrate the day we met, we celebrate the day we started going out, though. I was going to answer, but he started talking again. "Oh, wanna make a bet?"
I shrugged. "What about?" I questioned, forgetting his first question.
"I bet that you can't wait for me to tell our family you're pregnant with our first child," he proposed. I looked at him confusedly. "Meaning, I have to be the one to tell them, not you. Whenever I want, but it has to be by the time we leave your mom's tomorrow," he explained.
I frowned. "You mean I can't tell my own mother her baby girl is expecting?" I asked. I lowered my eyes. "And, if I agree, what do I get out of it?"
"It's not like you won't be there, I'm just going to the be the one to announce it," he informed me. "What do you want out of it?" he questioned.
"I dunno," I answered. "If I agree, and when I win, I get whatever I want out of you, but it can only be one thing," I compromised.
He nodded. "If I win, I get whatever I want out of you, but it can only be one thing," he agreed. "You in, Bolton?" he wondered.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled my answer, then he kissed me as if to seal the deal.
"These can't be our children," we suddenly heard, making us break a part. "I know our children would be looking for us, happy to see us for the first time since their wedding," Lucy commented.
Troy grinned, seeing his mother. "Come on, Ma, it's not like you don't know what we look like," he replied.
"Papi!" I exclaimed, leaving Troy to hug my dad as Troy greeted his mother. "I missed you. You guys really should consider moving back, you know," I immediately started telling him, not letting him say hi back.
He chuckled. "Maybe someday, but right now Lucy and I are comfortable where we are," he told me. "I miss you guys, too. I miss all my kids," he informed me. "It's nice to know my girls are married off, though," he added.
"Papi," I said, not wanting him to get into about how all his baby girls are married and no longer need him. "It's not me you need to worry about, it's Alex. He's the only one still playing the field," I told him. He had a girlfriend for a while, then said he was too young to commit, making Lucas proud. Lucas then happened to be slapped on the back of the head by Allie.
"Come on, Gabi, no one is going to settle down with Alex," he joked, making me laugh, then hug him again.
"I love you, Papi. If you won't move here, you should at least visit more," I commented, letting him go.
He was going to answer, but didn't have the chance. "Alright, you've had her practically her whole life, it's my turn to hug my only daughter," Lucy said, wrapping her arms around me.
I laughed, hugging her back. "Hi, Mom," I greeted, but she held me for longer.
"Mom," Troy broke in about a minute later. I felt his hands on my waist.
"Sorry, just nice to have a girl call me Mom for once," she said while letting me go. I laughed again, along with Troy and my dad. I let Troy pull me back to him, with his arms moving around my middle. Troy must have looked at her funny, because she looked at him funny back. "Sorry, baby, but I've always wanted a daughter. Why do you think you had pink baby clothes when I knew you were boy? I was hoping you'd be gay," she confessed.
I burst out laughing, my dad did, too. "You told me I was wearing pink in all those baby pictures because they were white, but you messed up the laundry," Troy reminded her.
"I lied," Lucy told him honestly, smiling at us.
"Well, I gave you a daughter, didn't I?" he questioned, gesturing to me.
I tilted my head back at him. "I'm not a gift, you know," I spoke up.
"Even if she was a gift, she'd be mine to give," my dad put in to the conversation. "By the way, you're welcome," he added. It was nice to see my dad no so up tight as I was used to. Then again, it was a little weird to see him and Lucy together. His arm was around her. They looked good together, though. Happy.
Troy chuckled. "Thank you," he responded.
"I really don't like being spoken about like an inanimate object," I mentioned, leaning back against Troy.
"Sorry," he apologized into my ear, kissing my temple.
I smiled. "So, are we gonna get back to our house so you guys can see it or what?" I questioned.
We brought our parents to our house, gave them a house tour, and dropped their stuff in the guest room. About five minutes after the house was shown, and my dad and Lucy were settled, we split up into twos. I knew it was purposeful even though no one said anything about it. Troy wanted to talk to his mom about Jack.
"Do you think Mami will get mad again when she sees you and Mom tonight?" I asked my dad as we sat in the living room together, catching up a little. I knew Troy and Lucy were upstairs somewhere, talking, too.
My dad shrugged, his arm around the back of the couch, slightly around me. "I don't know, Gabi, hopefully not," he answered.
"I hope she doesn't, it's Thanksgiving, Papi," I reminded him, sitting Indian style, facing him, my gray cover up gone. "I get why she is angry at you two, believe me, I do. I mean, you and Mami might not be together anymore, but you still love each other," I said.
"We do," Papi agreed with a nod. "Even if your mother and I weren't together for as long as we were, when you have a child with someone, you'll love them even a little no matter how much you don't want to, not that I don't want to love your mother. She's a wonderful woman, one I have eight wonderful children with, I'll always love her," he assured me. I know my parents are together, nor will they ever get back together, but it's nice knowing they still love each other. "Just like a small part of Lucy will always love Jack," he added.
I nodded back at him. "She is angry," I stated again. "But, I don't know, it seems a little pointless even though it is weird. She's with Richard, happily, and you and Lucy seem happy. If it all ends like this, she has a right to be upset in the beginning, but she's known for a while. I don't want a fight on Thanksgiving," I told him. Espcially since I am announcing, well Troy at some point because I am determined to win, my pregnancy.
"Me neither, hija," Papi replied. "That's why we're going over there tonight," he said, smiling at me. "So that doesn't happen tomorrow."
I smiled at him, too. "You do seem happy, Papi," I remarked, pushing hair away from my face.
"I am," he told me, a smile still on his face. "A part of me will always love your mom, like I told you, but she has Richard, and AJ now. I deserved my own happiness, at least I thought so, and at your wedding me and Lucy hit it off," he explained. "I can't believe I picked up a woman at my daughter's wedding," he commented, laughter laced in his voice.
"Don't worry about that, a lot of people did that at my wedding," I informed him, then laughed at the confused look. "Well, you and Mom hooked up. Allie and Lucas hooked up. Kara and Tommy connected. Taylor and Chad got engaged, and I think that's it," I finished, thinking about it.
My father chuckled. "If you're anything like your mother, which I know you are, you're happy you brought all of us together," he replied.
"Too true," I agreed, nodding.
"So, how is the baby making going?" he bluntly asked.
I laughed, trying to hold back the smile that wanted to force itself onto my face. My hand is actually pressed against my stomach right now. "It's going," I answered, horribly trying not to spill the beans. I so want to just say it.
"Oh, baby, it will happen," he assured me. "When it does, you'll be happy you had this newlywed time to just be newlyweds," he informed me.
I nodded. Looking back, I am thankful for the six months Troy and I had. "I know," I agreed.
"I still remember when you were born," my dad stated, patting my knee. I smiled. "The worst seventeen hour labor your mother and I ever went through," he reminded me.
I couldn't help but laugh a little. "I've heard the story a million times," I commented.
"Well, I'm telling it again anyways," Papi went on, getting into it. "So, your mother went into labor at three in the morning," he started to tell me. My dad and mom remember, and have stories for every one of my siblings births. They usually tell it on birthdays, I got it twice on mine this year, and for the last couple years, because they aren't together anymore.
"And, you stopped at McDonald's on the way to the hosptial," I carried it along.
Papi grinned. "I was hungry, and it's not like you were coming out right then. Besides, your mom wanted chicken nuggets," he told me. "We sat there for hours, in the middle of the night, they wouldn't give her an epidural because it wasn't time. When your siblings got there around nine in the morning, Belle yelled at you, literally, your mother's stomach. She said 'stop hurting mommy, what did she ever do to you? You made her blow up!'" he quoted.
I laughed. "I love that line every time," I wailed quietly.
"I know. Anyways, it seemed forever, and the doctor's wanted a C-section. But, your mother said no. She said that she had five children before you naturally, and she wasn't going to change that because you were too stubborn to come out," he said. "I told her right then that you were going to be just like her, stubborn, sweet, beautiful, a meddler," he insisted. I almost felt teary eyed. Oh, come on! The pregnancy hormones can't be kicking in this early. "Which is exactly what you are. So, finally, you were cooperating, she got the epidural, making everyone in that hospital thankful because your mother was bugging them. Finally, at seven at night, Maria was ten centimeters dialated, and you came on out. Your mom said she knew it all along, you were just taking your time because you wanted to make an entrance." When he finished, I was tearing up.
"I did. I'm awesome," I gushed. "I love that story every time you and Mami tell it," I reminded him, hugging him.
"I know. I also know you're pregnant," Papi said in my ear.
I pulled away. "Uh, what?" I questioned.
He grinned again at me. "Hija, I have eight children, been through seven pregnancies, you think I don't know a pregnant woman when I see one?" he asked. "So, how far along are you, and how long have you known?"
I wiped the few tears that fell. "Six weeks, we found out today," I answered. "You're not supposed to know! We were going to tell everyone tomorrow at Thanksgiving dinner," I informed him.
"I won't tell a soul, not even Lucy," he promised. "Oh, my baby girl is having a baby," he mused.
"I know. Troy won't stop telling me what I can't do. He wants to weigh my purse!" I responded.
My dad smiled at me. "Eh, let him, it'll make him feel better. You're the one having the baby, he just wants to be included," he replied.
"Oh, he will be. He'll be holding my hair back, going out for food runs, dealing with mood swings, trust me, he'll be way too included," I assured him.
"He'll love it," my dad said just as we heard steps on the stairs. I gave him shush signal, to which he nodded.
I rubbed my eyes again, then blinked a couple times. "You guys miss us?" Lucy wondered, coming around the coffee table.
"We always miss you Bolton's," my dad replied playfully to her, then they kissed.
"Hey, I'm a Bolton, too!" I mentioned, making my dad roll his eyes.
"Yeah, that is going to take some getting used to," Troy stated about my dad and Lucy, sitting down behind me. I turned a little while nodding in agreement. He glanced over my face, then kissed my forehead. "You okay?" he asked, his arms wrapping around me.
I nodded, nuzzling against his. "Uh-huh, Papi was just telling me the story of my birth," I told him, kissing his own cheek.
"Ah, the seventeen hour labor," Troy said aloud, shifting so I could rest my head on his shoulder as his arm wound around my waist, his hand settling on my stomach.
"Just the one," Papi agreed.
Lucy chuckled. "I am so glad you were sevenr hours, Troy," she commented.
"Your welcome," he replied nonchalantly. "So, you guys gonna be facing Mom any time soon? I would get it out of the way, once she stops yelling in Spanish, it gets better," he encouraged them.
"The difference between me and you, Troy," my dad started. "I know what she'll be saying, so I can yell in Spanish back," he finished.
"Touche," Troy said.
I shook my head at them, a little tired. It doesn't help I haven't been getting the best sleep lately, even when Troy is there. I think insomnia is a symptom of pregnancy or something. Insomnia, mood swings, slight morning sickness, yep, I'm definitely preggers. I love it. "I just want you all to get through it today, I want tomorrow to be a happy family day," I spoke up.
"With an awesome dinner," Troy put in.
We all nodded in agreement on that one.
"I like that it's our parents in there fighting, but we escaped," I mumbled into Troy's chest about half an hour later. When we got to my mom's, a heated disagreement errupted. I was concerned at first, then noticed the brand spankin' new trampoline out back, proceeded to yell 'trampoline!' while running off. I was about to jump on when Troy caught my by my hips, reminded me I am pregnant, and it probably isn't good for me to jump around. I frowned sadly, then huffed. He then told me he would go get a blanket so we could lay on it. I kissed his cheek before sending him off. So, now, we're laying on the trampoline, covered by a blanket, well I am, and looking up at the stars.
"I haven't heard Spanish in a while, things must be cooling down," Troy responded, his hand moving up and down my back softly. It felt nice. It was actually lulling me to sleep.
I cuddled further onto his chest, while his arms tightened around me. My eye was in the slowp between his neck and shoulder, resting comfortably. "I forgot to tell you, but my dad knows," I confessed, nuzzling his neck.
"You spilled the beans already? I think I am disappointed in you," he replied, making me pinch his side, then him chuckle.
"I didn't tell him anything. He just knew. He said he has eight kids, and been through seven pregnancies, he knows a pregnant woman when he sees one," I informed him. "So, I didn't lose. Besides, I was a little weepy after my birth story," I added. "I have mood swings, sue me. Oh, I have morning sickness, you know."
Troy shifted the blanket a little. "I told you you had morning sickness," he sing-songed.
"No, I mean, really. I threw up this morning," I revealed. "I think some of it was nerves, but some of it was the whole being pregnant part, too," I explained.
He pressed his lips to my hair. "I hope your pregnancy is better than Amelia's. You know her and Gavin sleep under different blankets now?" he asked.
I laughed a little. "No. Why?" I wondered, my eyes drooping.
"Dunno. Just doesn't want him touching her, I guess," he told me. Every bad part of being pregnant has hit Amelia hard. Constant morning sickness, even now, in her seventh month. I think the morning sickness has calmed a little. She's gained more weight than needed, at least, that's what she says, I don't think so. Her ankles are the size of watermelons, her back constantly aches, she's always tired, has the weirdest dreams, her boobs are huge (Gavin likes that), and she's having a lot of trouble making it to the bathroom. That happens to most women, but for her, it's worse. She's not sure if she wants to have another one. It's a boy, by the way. Kyle Patrick.
"Poor Gavin," I whispered. "I'd never do that to you, baby," I assured him.
"Aw, thanks," Troy replied back, but that was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.
I was bobbing up and down, annoyingly. It drifted me from the sleep I wanted so bad. For a moment, I wondered why, but remembered the trampoline.
"Dude, stop," I heard a hushed voice say. I knew it to be my husband's. I was very warm, perfectly warm, with Troy's arms around me, his fingers slightly under my shirt so I could feel them against my skin. My head was pressed against his chest still, making is so I could hear his heartbeat. Someone else said something, but I missed it while basking in my content. It made Troy laugh, causing his chest to rumble a little. "Sh! I don't want to wake her up more than you already have," he said this time.
"How the hell do you she's awake?" Alex questioned.
"He just knows, shut up, Al," Lucas or Marcus answered. "When your with someone for so long, you notice things," he added.
A short was made. "Man, you've been with Allie for a few months, and she already has you- ow!" Alex exclaimed.
"Do you know how to shut up?" Felix asked. "Any of you?" he wondered.
"No, none of you do," I answered for him against Troy's chest.
Someone cleared their throat. "For the record, I didn't say shit," Vince spoke up.
"Brie, I love you, but I can't feel the left side of my body," Troy said himself. "Can we switch sides?" he suggested.
I groaned, my eyes opening. It was dark out, but the trampoline was full of people. Lucas, Felix, Jaymi, who was kinda sleeping, too, Vince, Alex, plus Troy and I. I sat up, letting Troy regain feeling. "How long was I asleep?" I asked, burrowing into the blanket.
"Like, an hour and a half," Vince mentioned. "We only came out because we got sick of eavesdropping in there," he informed me.
"That, and you can only watch AJ and Tricia make out for so long on the front porch without them knowing," AJ added.
Lucas chuckled. "That's preverted, little brother," he stated.
Alex looked digusted. "It wasn't like that!" he insisted. "I was bothering them, flicking the lights on, making weird voices, Vince was helping," he corrected.
Vince grinned. "It was kind of fun. You wouldn't believe how pink that boy can turn," he agreed.
"He actually kissed her? So soon?" Felix asked, adjusting a sleepy Jaymi on his shoulder. "He is a Montez after all," he said proudly after Alex nodded.
"Thanks," AJ announced, walking up, then jumped on the trampoline, making everyone bounce.
It woke up Jaymi. "Age!" he practically growled. "Pregnant woman here," he reminded him.
"Yeah, man, plus Brie just woke up," Troy added in, wrapping an arm around me. "Now," he started, lifting me up, then set me down on the other side of him.
"Sorry," AJ apologized. "But, yes, I did kiss Tricia, we're going on a date the day after tomorrow," he gloated.
Lucas smiled at him. "You're one better than Alex, he gets the girl to go out with him, then kisses her, and he never sees her again," he joked.
"I'd just like to say, I slept really good out here," I spoke up from Troy's chest, which I quickly cuddled into once I could.
Everyone laughed. "Me, too," Jaymi agreed, sitting in between Felix's legs.
"I've been thinkin'," my dad suddenly appeared, throwing himself onto the middle of the trampoline, making us all bounce again. "Since, everyone out here is Mexican," he went on. "Well, besides you three, but I'll consider you it, just for your own benefit," he corrected, looking at AJ, Jaymi, and Troy. "If I hide out here, your mom," he pointed at most of us. "And, your mom," he said looking at Troy. "Won't find me because I'll blend in," he finished.
"We could always kick Alex out and say you're him," I proposed.
Alex shook his head at all of us, who laughed. "I feel so unloved," he commented.
"So, the fight is over?" Troy wondered. "We haven't heard anything loud for a while."
My dad nodded. "Oh, yeah, that's done. Now, they are discussing my bad habits," he informed us. "I chew loudly," he stated.
My siblings all started talking, while I sat comfortably with Troy. My phone went off in a vibrate in my pocket. I groaned a little, then opened it. "I don't care," I answered, making Troy chuckle.
"Fine, then, I won't tell you Robbie is going to be here for Thanksgiving. I was going to warn you," Serena replied.
"If it's that, then I really don't care," I assured her.
There was a noise on her side, a baby yell. "I know, but I also know Troy still hates him," she reminded me. "He gets here at ten tonight," she added.
I nodded. "Okay, see you tomorrow," I responded. We hung up soon after. "You hear that?" I questioned Troy.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled back, holding me tighter. "I don't care either. She's right, I still hate him," he told me.
"Okay," I muttered back. "I'm hungry."
The next morning, I woke to a warm hand moving up and down my back. It felt like I only went to sleep ten minutes ago. There was a kiss pressed to my cheek. "Come on, baby, open your eyes," Troy encouraged.
I shook my head a little. "Don't wanna," I whined, cuddling into my pillow more.
"Brie, it's noon," he informed me. "It's our first Thanksgiving since getting married," he stated happily. "And, you're pregnant."
I opened my eyes, and moved onto my back. "I know, that's what kept me up until five thirty," I mentioned as Troy's hand drifted to my stomach.
"You were up 'til five thirty? Doing what?" he questioned.
"Insomnia," I answered. "It's a symptom of pregnancy, I looked it up last night after you passed out around two," I explained.
Troy smiled at me. "I'm sorry, I was a little tired after what we did before I passed out," he told me. We made love last night, to celebrate. Well, that wasn't really the only reason. "So, what other symptoms did you find out you have?" he asked.
"Increased sense of smell," I said. "I knew Dylan smelled all week," I accused, making him chuckle. "Really, he did. He usually does, mainly because he has gym before my class. That, and my room smells. I am so leaving a note for the custodian. By the way," I started, getting up onto my elbows, then pushed my nose to Troy's shirt. He's up, showered, and dressed. "You smell really good," I told him, smelling him more. "What is that?"
"Uh, shower?" Troy guessed. "Oh, and the after shave you buy for me. You know, the kind you put me through an hour of shopping for?" He's talking about how for an hour, around last year sometime, I informed him his after shave smelt bad, at least to me. I dabbed and sniffed him for the next hour until I found the perfect one. "Anything else?"
I nodded. "Fatigue," I said. "Yesterday, I passed out on the trampoline," I reminded him. "I pee more, but not too much, so that still might be normal. Last night, while I was on the lap top, and it said I would be having cravings soon, as soon as I read it, I got hungry," I went on. "I had this intense want for bananas and chocolate syrup, so we're out of bananas," I informed him.
"Add those to the shopping list, got it," he commented with a shake of his head. He was still grinning. "I'm listening, come on, what else?"
I was happy he was so into this. By now, he had changed positions. He was laying across the top of my legs, leaning on his elbow so he wasn't putting his full weight on me, with his other hand on my stomach, connected with mine. It was cute. "Mood swings. I cried yesterday when Papi told me that story even though I heard it a thousand times before," I replied. "That's about it for now, but I should or may be getting headaches, sore breasts, and stuff like that. Now, what is that smell? It's bad, so it can't be you," I said, covering my nose.
"That would be bacon, your dad made breakfast," Troy told me. "So, you need to get into the shower, dressed, eat breakfast, then we need to head over to your mom's," he insisted.
"I can eat at my mom's," I assured him. He shook his head. "Troy, after that bad wind of bacon, I'm not feelin' too hungry," I admitted.
Troy got up, and kissed me on the lips. "So, you can smell me while you eat, it doesn't have to be bacon. You can eat cereal, as long as you eat," he stated.
"You're too good to me, like, literally," I groaned, making a move to get out of bed. At least in the shower, I was away from that nasty bacon.
It was killing me, and he knew it. I wanted to tell them, I wanted to scream it. I felt like the world should know I am pregnant, but I didn't say a word, because I want to win this best just to win it. We told AJ we are out of the prank war last night, and when he asked why, we said it didn't matter. Troy said that if AJ trys to prank me, he'd get him back with the help of Chad and Tommy. Then, he added that AJ could prank Chad all he wants.
I didn't get the chance to win that war, so I want to win this. I'm competitive. I sat in the kitchen, nauseous from the smells swirling around me, desperately hoping Troy can sense my destress with his husbandly powers. I'm wearing a black and light gray stripped sweater that dips a little into my cleavage with faded jeans that hugged my legs, along with black high heeled knee high boots on. I put my hair up into a twist in a clip, leaving a few tendrils around my face.
"Why do you look so sad?" Belle asked, hanging Jaymi another sandwich, this is her third. Hey, she is pregnant.
I snapped into focus. "Huh? Oh, I don't know, just tired," I answered, sighing. Not to mention nauseous, annoyed, and I think my boobs hurt. I shouldn't have worn his bra today, although it does make my boobs look really good. "I have to pee," I announced, hopping off my stool.
I left, going straight into the bathroom. I peed first, washed my hands, then proceeded to sit on the toilet, trying to stop myself from throwing up. I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich today, with a side of grapes, along with some chips. Technically, it was afternoon anways, and it sounded appealing. Well, not so much anymore. There was a knock on the door.
"I'm in here, go upstairs!" I shouted to the person, breathing in through my nose, and out through my mouth to calm my stomach.
"It's me," Troy called back. I got up, unlocked the door, then sat back down on the closed toilet. He came in, and locked the door behind him. "I came in to check on you, your sister's said you had to pee," he informed me.
I nodded. "I did," I assured him. "Now, I want to throw up," I confessed.
He bent down in front of me, his hand came up to lay against my cheek. "Sorry, baby," he said, giving me a sweet look.
"Ugh, I never want to be pregnant on Thanksgiving again," I thought aloud, crinkling my nose. "It doesn't help that you haven't told anyone," I commented. Troy, along with the rest of the guys, including Robbie are all out in the living room, watching the football game. I knew the teams in it wasn't a team any of them were rooting for, but they are watching it anyways. Even the little guys are getting into it. The girls are in there, too, only playing with other things.
I first saw Robbie when Troy and I arrived. I hugged him, then realized he smelled gross, to me, and made a revolted look. Troy chuckled, pulling me back to him, and now Robbie thinks I am mad at him. Ugh, I really don't care, I feel like crap, want my family to know I am pregnant, and my boobs do hurt, it's not just the bra. Troy has been avoiding Robbie.
He smiled. "It's part of the bet," he reminded me.
I nodded, letting out a frustrated breath. The aroma of food being cooked seeped in through the door, making me feel disgusted. It was like someone walked through the kitchen, and down the hall, bringing the smell with them. It did not smell appetizing. "Oh, God," I groaned. "Troy, move," I ordered, getting up, lifting up the toilet seat so I could throw up. My hair was already up, so I didn't have to worry about it as I heaved. I felt Troy's hand on my back. When I figured I was finished, I flushed the toilet while dropping to the ground. "That's so gross. Does my mom still keep those cheap tooth brushes down here?" I wondered.
Troy shrugged, hanging me a small paper cup with water in it. My mom thinks of things like this, it started around when my sister's got pregnant. It's conveniant. He sat down next to me. "You okay?" he questioned.
I swallowed my water. "I feel better, actually," I answered, finishing the small cup off. "It's probably because I can't smell that dinner, and you still smell really good," I mumbled.
"I'm glad I can at least smell good for you," he replied, his hand squeezing my thigh gently.
We came out of the bathroom around five minutes later, after I brushed my teeth. When we went back out, the food actually smelled good now. I was hungry, too. "What the hell were you two doing in there?" Serena asked, Damon or Duncan on her hip as she changed the channel on the t.v.
"Nothing, really," I lied, wanting to tell her. Just say the words, three words. I. Am. Pregnant. Come on. Damn you, Troy. "Papi and Mom here yet?" I questioned, sliding onto a stood myself.
My mother shook her head. "Nope, they should be soon," she told me. My dad and Lucy decided to go out for a little today, not that there was any where to go. I'm not sure where they went, actually.
I ate a snack with my sister's, and mother, then got bored. We can't really make anything until later, once the turkey is finishing up. "You're boring, I'm going to go annoy my husband," I stated, getting up.
"Like any normal wife," Belle teased.
I stuck my tongue out at her. I do feel better now, a little tired, but I'm fighting it off. "I'll come, too," Jaymi volunteered. When we walked out to meet the guys, Papi and Lucy came in through the door. Lucy went straight to the kitchen, saying hello first, while Papi went into the living room.
Troy scooted over when when he saw me, giving room on the couch. I sat down, removing my boots after I did. "You feeling better?" Troy asked, intertwing our hands in my lap.
I nodded. "Yep. I even ate," I said proudly. He gasped badly. "I know," I gushed, laughing a little for no reason.
"What are you guys doing out here?" Felix questioned. "This is a girl free zone," he said.
Serena walked into the room, hitting him on the back of the head as she did. "Shut up, Felix," she ordered, checking on my nieces.
"Yeah," Belle agreed, picking up Carla when she came to her. I think it's Carla. Ugh, identical twins. They are a little under a year old. Ben has been watching them. "Besides, she's carrying your son, she's allowed," he reminded him pointing toward Jaymi. Yep, it's a boy. Finnigan James Montez. They wanted his name to have the initials of theirs, you know, Felix and Jaymi. We'll be calling him Finn.
It felt like everyone was looking at me. "What? They're in here, too!" I exclaimed, looking to my sisters.
"They have children in here," Marcus replied.
There was a weight pressing on my chest, I was under pressure, and I was folding way too easily. "I'm pregnant!" I practically yelled, stopping everyone. The weight was gone. "Finally. I feel better, who here feels so much better?" I asked in a breath.
Troy was failing at hiding his laughter.
"Damn, I lost the bet, didn't I?" I whined, letting his hand go. "Stop laughing at me, this is all your fault," I accused Troy.
He was still laughing a little. "Why? Because you couldn't keep it to yourself?" he asked.
"Yes- no!" I answered. Huh? "You're the one who didn't defend me," I reminded him.
"From what? Your brother who you boss around?" he questioned now. "The point is that I won, you so owe me," he stated.
I glared. "Yes, you won a pregnant wife. Let's not forget that I stayed up until five thirty because of you, am craving food because of you, threw up because of you, and my boobs hurt, all because of you!" I informed him.
"Is it going be like this for the next eight months?" he questioned.
"Maybe, you have a problem with that?" I wondered.
He shook his head. "Not really, I know this is part of the whole mood swings thing, you'll be happily smelling me in five minutes," he assured me.
"So not the point!" I responded.
My dad was laughing ".. just like your mother" was all I heard.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Lucy asked, coming into the room, my curious mother next to her.
Troy grabbed my hand again. "Gabriella's pregnant."
Here it be. I like, I hope you do.
I made her preggers so many reasons, it has been six months. I got some storylines with it. I don't know if you can tell the conception date, I think so, but I thought it'd be cute for Oct 18. Plus, I thought she deserved it after her first miscarriage, and the whole Greg thing.
I had Robbie there just to rub his face in that Troy and Gabi are happy. I never liked him, even if I created him. Haha.
Review please!
-- Kayleigh