Not to be repetitive, but really, what other stories would you all read if I wrote them? I don't want to keep getting burnt out and waiting a month or more between updates… which is sort of likely if I only have these stories. Pretty please? ALSO, reviews are pretty cool. Just sayin (:
I woke up the next morning a little sore and extremely tired. This had been common for the past week or so.
It had been nearly two and a half months since the whole sonogram ordeal. And since Clare finally gave in to her sex drive.
Now fucking was pretty much all we did. She wanted it in the morning, on lunch breaks if we took them together, when I got home from work, before bed, and in the middle of the night if she happened to wake up.
In the beginning, I loved it. What guy wouldn't, I mean really? But as time wore on, Clare wore me out. A guy only has so much stamina.
This morning I was up before her, by some miracle. Just this once I thought I'd sneak out before she could catch me.
I got out of bed gently and tip toed to the door. Just as I had it half-way open, I stopped in my tracks.
"Where are you going?" she asked groggily from bed.
"Oh, I, uh… I was just getting breakfast for you, baby," I said, turning around and smiling at her.
"Were you sneaking away?" she asked, her face dropping.
"Of course not!" I said as I made my way back to her.
"Yes you were. You think I'm going to just wake up and jump your bones again. And you don't want me to because you're grossed out by me. I'm a whale, a big fat disgusting whale. Aren't I?"
"Whoa, Clare, calm down, baby," I said, sitting next to her again and trying to pull her in to my chest. She just pushed me away and sniffled.
Great. Good job, Eli.
"Clare, you're gorgeous. You'd be crazy to think I thought anything else."
"Oh, so now I'm crazy?" she nearly yelled at me. She got up and stormed out of the room.
I followed quickly after her. "Clare, please. You are absolutely none of those things. Don't-"
"What, don't freak out? Because all I ever do is freak out, right? Eli, just admit it. I'm crazy and you hate being around me."
"Clare," I finally caught up to her and I turned her around and held her in front of me, "Is that how you really think I feel? Really?"
She sniffed and avoided looking into my eyes.
"Look at me, Clare. I love you. You could be the craziest person in the world, which you're not," I lifted her chin so we finally made eye contact, "and I would still never want to spend a minute without you. I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered.
I pulled her close and kissed her softly. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. I felt her quickly growing belly and smiled as I rubbed it gently. The fact that she was twenty weeks pregnant with two babies meant she looked nearly eight months pregnant with one baby.
It was getting harder and harder to hold in that she was having twins, but no matter how I tried to bring it up she always stopped me. She wanted to know nothing about our baby ahead of time.
"Thought any more about names?" I asked quietly as I was distracted rubbing the baby bump. She tensed up where she stood in front of me. For some reason she was always so uncomfortable talking about baby names. I figured she just didn't like disagreeing with me, which happened every single time.
"No," she answered quickly. I looked at her questioningly and she only shook her head in confirmation.
"Well you should probably have more than one name for each gender picked out," I said, trying to hint at her.
"Oh, of course," she nodded. "We can't make any solid decisions before we even see the baby."
It was damn near killing me now. I had to tell someone. Anyone.
Clare kissed my cheek and walked to the kitchen to make herself some decaf coffee.
I picked up the house phone and dialed the number of the person I needed to talk to the most.
"Hello?" I heard from the other end.
"Adam, hey man it's me. I was wondering if you wanted to get together later?"
"Hey, Eli. Of course, how much later?"
"As soon as possible would be great…" I looked around the corner and saw Clare staring out the window at the clear sky.
"Look, dude, I'm no booty call, alright?" he joked, causing me to chuckle.
"Ha, ha. I just really need to get something off my chest."
"Alright, I'll come pick you up in fifteen minutes."
He was there in exactly fifteen minutes. I told Clare I loved her and she kissed me goodbye. I hurried into Adam's car and we were off.
"Is the Dot okay?" he asked as he drove.
"Yeah, of course. Like the good old days."
I was eerily silent the rest of the way, not knowing how to go about telling him.
When we were finally situated in the café, Adam set me straight.
"Alright, time to spill it. What's so important, Eli?" He looked at me questioningly.
"Well there's something that's been eating away at me, something I can't tell Clare. I really need to tell her, but every time I try it just doesn't work out. It's really unfair to her for me to keep something like this from her… It's really weighing on me heavily and I know if I don't tell someone soon I'm going to explode."
Adam glared at me, confusing me.
"You'd better not be fucking around on her, Eli. Especially with a baby on the way. Dude, that's fucked up. She's way too good for you and you-"
"No, Adam, I'd never dream of cheating on Clare. She's my life, you know that." I interrupted him before he could go any further. "No, it's about the baby. The doctor told me we were having twins!" The weight was only lifted a little, but that was good enough for now.
"Wh-what? That's great, Eli!" Adam grinned at me. "Terrifying, but great!"
"Thanks," I breathed, sighing deeply.
"But, question. Why exactly can't you tell Clare? Or why didn't the doctor even tell her in the first place?"
"Well she thought the doctor was going to tell us the gender, which she didn't want to know. And when the doctor pulled me aside and told me, again she thought it was about the baby's gender. So now every time I bring it up she yells and says she can't believe I found out. It's getting pretty ridiculous, man." I shook my head and took a drink of my coffee.
Adam started laughing loudly. He was cracking up at my situation.
"What's so funny?" I asked, confused.
"Dude, how is that not funny?"
"Because it's stressful as hell! Can you imagine not being able to tell Fiona something like that?"
He just shook his head. "Just spring it on her when she isn't expecting it. Don't introduce it as 'So about the baby,…' because then she'll see it coming."
I nodded, "I'll just be relieved when they're here. These pregnancy hormones are about to kill me."
We sat and talked for a good while longer. When I finally got back home, Clare was sitting in the living room with a very pregnant Alli.
"Hello, ladies," I said as I made my way to kiss Clare. They both greeted me with smiles.
"We're just swapping pregnancy stories," Clare said as she and Alli beamed at each other.
"It's so beautiful, being pregnant with your best friend," Alli grinned at Clare. Oh, the emotions in this house.
"How far along are you now, Alli?" I asked as I sat next to Clare.
"About twenty-eight weeks," she said excitedly. "And it's a girl!"
"Oh, wow, congratulations!" I said with a grin. Clare was silent and I knew she was probably pissed again.
There was a knock on the door and I went to get it. I was surprised to see Dave. "Hey, man, what's up?" I greeted, shaking his hand.
"Hey, Eli, not a lot. Just picking up the wife!"
Alli appeared behind me and I moved out of the way so she could meet her husband.
"I had so much fun, Clare. We should do this at least once a week."
I hadn't realized Clare was also at the door until she slid her arms around me from behind. "Of course! Have a good night, guys!"
We bid them goodbye and returned to inside the house. We sat in the living room and watched movies until we were both tired enough to lie down in bed.
As I held her, I slowly slid my hand down her back. I realized it was completely selfish of me to only think of how worn out I was. If Clare wanted to have sex, we would have as much sex as she wanted. She deserved everything she wanted and more.
I kissed her deeply, and she kissed me back but only for a few minutes. When she pulled away she smiled at me sincerely.
"It's okay, Eli. We're both tired, we should just go to bed. Besides, the more energy we save up, the better it will be tomorrow night."
I smiled at her and kissed her again. I kissed a trail down to her stomach, giving extra kisses to where the babies were. I rested my hand there when I returned my lips to hers and felt a kick. My face lit up.
"I love you, Eli," Clare said softly.
"I love you too, Clare," I beamed.
So what do you guys think, should he end up telling her, or should it be a delivery room surprise? Again, I looove reviews and suggestions!