The following week Jon got a call from his parents that he hasn't talked to in probably five years.. They wanted to meet up and talk he reluctantly agreed to it so I came with just to keep peace I guess even though I couldn't really do anything if anything broke out obviously and I was under strict orders to avoid stress
The drive to his parents house was pretty quiet I knew he was on edge.. He put the truck in park outside of the house I looked down and messed with my shirt
"How is my baby girl today?" He asked me putting his hand protectively over my stomach I put my hand over his
"She's very active today.. I think she can tell the energy I'm putting off so she's kicking a lot.." I said
"I don't want you getting worked up or stressed in the slightest in there.. If you start to feel anything just walk out and I'll come with you.." He said
We got in the house and were sitting on the couch things were going ok until they weren't there was arguing and yelling and just too much for me to handle at that point I felt a pain and walked out of the house I got in the truck.. Jon came out opening the door
"I knew we shouldn't have come.. I knew it would be too much for you to handle.." He said panicking a little
"Shh.. Hey.. I'm ok.. It's ok.. She just stretched and got in my ribs and I had to get up and walk to get her out of my ribs.." I said
"So she's okay?" He asked
"Yes! She's fine.. You should go back in.." I said and he shook his head
"No.. I'm never seeing them again.. Not happening I'm not dealing with it anymore I'm done.."
We drove back to the house in silence.. It was not gonna be fun trying to talk to him about this I knew better than to ask so I would just let him come to me when he was ready which knowing Jon would be awhile
I was upstairs in the nursery and Jon was in the basement working out.. I was going through clothes and organizing them into bins when he came in
"Hey.." I said and he sat down next to me
"Need help?" He asked
"Sure.. Start separating these.." I said handing him a pile of clothes
"Don't you think she's got enough clothes?" He asked
"No way.. She still needs more.." I said and he laughed rolling his eyes he was quiet
"So are you gonna tell me what happened?" I asked and he looked at the crib
"You're 23 weeks pregnant.. The doctor said You don't need to be stressed out.." He said
"Well it's stressing me out to see you stressed out" I said
"I'm gonna be a horrible father" he said and it took me back
"What are you talking about?" I asked and he stood up walking to the glider and sitting in it
"He said I'm gonna be horrible and I'm gonna screw her up because I don't know the first thing about kids or how to be a father.." He said
"Ok.. First of all your father is a horrible father for not talking to you for 5 years and even when you were growing up he wasn't there second I'm not gonna let you beat yourself up about something we both know isn't true.." I said
"How do you know it isn't true? I'm bound to repeat the same mistakes" he said and I sat on his lap
"Because I know you! You won't let this baby feel the way you felt growing up.. You won't let anything hurt her.. I know you're going to be an amazing father because if you treat her the way your treat me you'll be perfect.." I said and kissed his cheek
We were asleep on the bus the following week.. Jon's arm was draped over me and his hand was on my stomach I felt a huge kick
"Woah.." Jon said sitting up in the bed I opened my eyes
"What?" I asked
"Did.. Did you feel that?" He asked I laughed
"Uh yeah I felt that.." I said
"Oh my god.." He said "she kicked.." He said as I grabbed his hand placing it back where it was
"She's very active at night.." I said
"Oh my god.. That's mine.. I put that in there.." He said I teared up a little
"Yeah.. You did.."
"Oh my god.."
aww.. Poor Jon I can't believe that he thinks that.. but seriously though how cute was that last part? Pretty adorable if I say so myself..Let me know what you think!