We parked in the parking lot of the car lot, ready to pick up our '67 station wagon. The Nomad sadly couldn't hold all six of us, so we were going to get a new car. We had a friend who owned the car lot (well, Tim did) that wanted the Nomad and would give us the '67 Matchbox-Mercury in exchange. It was an old car that we loved plus it had room for all six of us. Tim had brought the car seat so we could install it while we were at the car lot.
"Ouch," I rubbed my stomach. "I forgot how much they start kicking at this time."
Tim opened my door and rubbed my belly. "Is my little girl gonna be into sports when she's older?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, she'll be a ballerina."
Tim hugged me and laughed softly, letting the boys out of the car. Holding my hand, he held it and had the car seat in the other hand. Behind us, Brad, Randy and Mark were close together, whispering softly about something. It made me happy that the boys were finally getting along.
"Jerry!" Tim shook his hand. "We're here for the '67 Matchbox-Mercury."
Jerry nodded. "I'll go get the keys. Congratulations, by the way! If I may ask, what are you having?" He reached to touch my belly.
I shook my head. "Kindly don't do that." I put my hands on my belly.
While I loved when Tim or any other family touched my belly, I hated when others did it that I didn't know very well. It was just uncomfortable to me and made me want to protect my belly. It's not that I wanted to hurt feelings, I just didn't like the feeling of strangers touching my belly.
"We're having a girl," Tim smiled as I felt a punch in my stomach.
Dang, I forgot how much this hurts, I told myself but her kicks started to be softer and I figured she might be sleeping.
"Congratulations!" He grabbed the keys and led us to the station wagon.
Walking over, we headed to the station wagon and I felt myself start to be hungry for apple slices and peaches. Just going to the car made the realization that we were growing to include a baby girl even deeper. Soon, we'd have a baby girl to put in the car seat and proudly show off. In just four months, we'd have someone to welcome to the family. A princess that would be protected by the king, queen and three princes.
"Here it is!" He showed us a teal station wagon that looked really nice.
Tim smiled. "Jerry, you out did yourself! Thanks, man."
I chuckled and rubbed my stomach. "Do you like it, sweetie?"
I felt a kick to indicate that she indeed did like it and I beamed at Tim. He smiled back at me and put his hand on my belly.
"Daddy's little girl likes it, don't you?"
She kicked again and Jerry handed Tim the keys.
"Have fun, man!"
Jerry walked off and I started drinking my bottle of water, watching Tim open the car door to install the car seat. Since we had nothing else to do, we were going to head for a drive and then go get ice cream.
"Ow, don't hit me," Randy pushed Brad and Brad pushed him harder.
I caught Randy before he could fall and gave a sharp glare towards Brad who knew he was in trouble. With a grateful look, Randy nodded and went to go help Tim set up the car seat.
Why was Brad being so mean to his little brother?
"Brad, don't retaliate," I crossed my arms.
Brad looked at me. "Mom! He hit me first!"
I shook my head. "I don't care. Violence never solves anything."
"Alright! I got the car seat in!"
The kids climbed in the car and Tim started driving the car to just give us a drive. While he drove, I felt the baby press up against me and I snuggled into her, letting her sleep into me.
I started to fall asleep, but woke myself up and looked at Tim who flashed a smile at me.
"Go to sleep, honey, we'll be on a drive for a while."
….
I sat in my room that I shared with Brad and read a comic book sadly. There was no one to play with and no one to talk to. Jeremy was out of town today and my other friends had plans. Of course, I wanted to hang out with Brad, but he told me no like he usually did. I felt lonely and went to go find Mom. I don't like to think of myself as a mommy's boy, but I liked being with her when no one was around.
I walked down and saw Mom baking some cookies. While she wasn't a good cook, she was an excellent baker and that made up for her cooking.
"Can I help?" I walked over and saw her mixing the cookie dough.
"Sure, honey. Wash your hands first and then you can put the dough on the cookie sheet for me."
I washed my hands and walked over, putting the dough on the sheet for her and she smiled at me.
"Mom, do you think I'll be a good big brother? You've seen how I am with Mark."
Mom looked at me. "Randy, you'll be a wonderful big brother. You have a sister who will look up to you and want you to protect her."
"Did you really like the murals I did for Hannah's walls?"
Mom beamed at me and nodded. "They were beautiful."
I felt proud of the murals I had done for her and I was excited for her to see them. As she got older, I'd change the murals to adjust to her age of course. Still, I made them out of love and that's all that mattered.
"It smells really good in here," Dad smiled at us. "Are the cookies done?"
Mom shook her head. "No, honey, they're in the oven."
….
I sat on the couch with Tim and it was just the two of us downstairs. Upstairs, Brad and Randy were busily planning a surprise while Mark was playing. So, we had decided to have a talk session with the baby. It sounds stupid, but babies love being talked to in the womb. They also love being touched, but I've felt Hannah wiggle away when wanting to be left alone.
"Hello, little baby in the belly," Tim rubbed it gently. "How's my little girl? Is it fun in there?"
I laughed softly. "She seems to think it's fun to explore and see how hard we can kick Mommy."
Tim kissed my belly. "My sweet little girl. Are you being mean to Mommy?"
I shook my head with a laugh. "No, she's being an unborn baby. Could you give me a massage?"
Tim had me turn around and he started massaging my shoulders. As I moaned happily, I felt the baby kick happily.
"I think someone's trying to indicate they want one too," I laughed softly. "Like Mommy like daughter."
Tim started massaging my stomach gently and the baby seemed to enjoy that. I felt her snuggle into my stomach and allow Tim to keep doing that. Once she was born, I knew she would be spoiled by Tim especially. He loved the idea of being a daddy to a little girl as did I.
"Mind if I take a nap in you?"
Tim shook his head. "Not at all, honey, go ahead."
I fell asleep again.
(A/N: Sorry that it's short! I had little to no inspiration!)
