Month 4; Tired of this
Christmas time. Ryan was back in California and John was in Louisiana visiting his daughter. I was left alone for the holidays which saddened me. Until Christmas day, I had spent the last few weeks of the month of joy and cheer, alone.
I spent the morning of Christmas Day cleaning. After I had cleaned every inch of Ryan's place, I sat down to read a new book. It had belonged to Spencer. At about noon, I heard a violent knock at the door. I slowly closed my book and pushed myself up. I waddled to the door and took peek.
"We know you're in there Blaire!" Prince shouted.
I relaxed and opened the door. "Scare me, why don't ya!"
Prince, Zack, George and Craig walked in bearing delicious smelling food.
I smiled,"Guys, you didn't have to!"
"Ah, but we did!" Zack said quickly.
My holiday week was brightened and made to feel like Christmas. All four of us chowed down and played Craig's vintage 1980's Trivial Pursuit. It was a night to remember.
By the time our last round of Trivial Pursuit was done, it was almost 10:30pm, and the boys thought it be best to let me be for the night. I thanked them and they left.
I shut the door and strolled into the kitchen, surveying the mess of dishes I had to do before Ryan came home. I emptied out the sink and ran hot water into it, mixing soap with it. Suds began to develop and soon it looked like a winter wonderland. I turned off the water and slowly dipped my hands in, my body shivered. I threw a couple plates in and began to scrub. By 11:15, I was done and I was so wore out, I fell asleep as soon as sat at the kitchen table.
I awoke the next morning in my bed and at 9:30am. Perplexed, I wandered out into the living room and there sat Ryan and John.
"Hey, you two," I said, walking over into the kitchen to get a glass of water. "What brings you home on December 26th?" I placed the cup under the ice machine and few cubes dropped into the water, splashing it on my hands. I used my free hand to wipe the drops off.
"I don't know about Ryan here, but I came home early to see you," he said, elbowing Ryan. They both let out a manly laugh. Ryan stood up and walked over towards me.
"And plus, we heard there were some delicious leftovers from yesterday..." he smiled. I hugged him back.
"Glad to see that you're both home," I said, pulling out of the hug to greet the approaching Jonathan. John grabbed me, and held me tightly.
"If there was anything I regretted this holiday season, it was by me not spending it with you," he said into my hair.
He always managed to make me smile. "I missed you so much, also," I said into his broad chest.
There was a loud ding and John pulled out his phone. "Oh my word," he said, upset.
"Whats wrong?" I asked kindly, my arms still around his waist.
"Marcum feels the need to text me, the day after Christmas and ask if he and I can practice. What a fu -"
"Hey now," I said, poking his abs. "One, no swearing around the developing baby. And two, go. You could use it." I quickly covered my mouth. "It's not like you're bad! Just..ugh..."
"I get what you mean, Blaire. Stop stumbling over your words," he said. We gave each other a final hug and he left.
"I guess it's just me and you now," Ryan commented quietly.
I pointed at my protruding abdomen.
"And the baby," he corrected himself. "Say, since we haven't talked in a few weeks, why don't we catch up, tell me what you did." he said, pulling me into the dining room. We sat at the table. I looked awkwardly into my cup.
"Well, I spent most of the time cleaning, sleeping or watching the Foodnetwork. What did you do?"
"Well, let's see. I had a family reunion, and I saw some old friends. Like Mark and, even cooler, Anna!"
"Anna?" I asked, trying to hide the jealousy on my voice. I took a sip to stop me from saying anything stupid.
"Yeah! She and I dated awhile back, but man, she was looking pretty good this past week," he said, completely oblivious to me and my feelings.
"But, she's in a relationship with Mark, right?" I asked, trying to calm myself.
"No!" he responded.
I sat back in my seat. "She's not?"
"Single and ready to mingle, and she's coming out to Milwaukee!" he shouted with joy. "She should be here, actually, very soon!"
Like clock work, the doorbell rang. "I betcha that's her!" he shouted for joy, getting up and opening the door. I slowly followed. There, behind the door stood the most stunning woman I had ever seen. She was skinny, buy had graceful curves. Her jet black hair was braided off to the side and was wearing no make up.
"Good evening, Anna," he said tenderly. She reached up and kissed him. Passionately. There was no doubting they were still in love.
I coughed to try and break up the awkward moment. "Ryan," I said quietly.
He slowly pulled back. "Right," he said, unenthusiastically. "This is my roomie, Blaire."
"Is that your baby?" she asked, disgust apparent in her valley girl voice.
"Oh, no no, don't worry, it's my teammates," Ryan said, kissing her again.
"You have fun with Slutty McWhorebag, I'm going to bed," I said under my breath and I walked into my room. I went to bed, upset and tired, tired of the way those baseball playing players have been treating me, and it's only just begun.