The next two months of Emily's pregnancy went wonderful, the baby was healthy and so was Em as her belly grew bigger and bigger before my eyes. She really did look great pregnant and undoubtedly sexy pregnant. Our relationship grew stronger and we made love for the first time in 5 months soon after we got back together and it was simply amazing for both of us. We had our little spats and some were pretty pathetic and a lot triggered by her erratic pregnancy hormones or me not watching what I said around her when she can be happy one second and a witch the next. I continued to work more as we really filled out our apartment and continued to buy what we would need for the baby and it's nursery. I am happy as can be, everything is perfect, aside from I wish Em wasn't so moody and crabby but overall it couldn't be any better and it was about to get a lot better, and harder, with our baby coming into the world next month, April. We had just about everything in the nursery ready and we have received a lot of support from friends and family, and my family overall is really glad to have another baby be born into it and proud of me becoming a father. Emily and I haven't had any contact with her family, except for seeing her brother Scott here and there and I know that Emily immensely misses Claire and I do too. Her older brother wasn't exactly warm to the idea of her being pregnant at her age of 19 and he's very protective of her and didn't like me when he first found out, but I guess I wouldn't blame him if I were in his shoes even though I don't have a little sister. What's rather funny but very gracious is that we received a lot of baby clothes from my family, John, George, Anna and their families. Both girl and boy clothes and I wondered if we would ever have any more since this baby wasn't planned and I also have thought about marriage for us, but too afraid to bring it up to Emily. It's the right thing to do for us to get married, but her having my baby isn't the sole reason I would want to possibly marry her, because I love her to bits and she's my world. Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't and for a ring, money is tight right now.
"What're we gonna do about painting the walls and putting letters up for a name?" I ask Em as we're standing in the baby's room when I'm in a simple t shirt and jeans and Emily is in a maternity dress with her hands resting on her massive bump.
"We'd have to do it after the baby is born, but when would we get time?" she says and i turn to look at her. She is honestly beautiful pregnant, as much as she shoots down that compliment whenever she gets it, but with her long, flowing blonde hair and full face she is somehow even more beautiful then when I fell in love with her when we were 17 in high school. Maybe it's because she's carrying my son or daughter, but nonetheless she will always be gorgeous in my eyes and I can't help but admire her beautiful figure right this moment as she looks around the arranged room. The crib sits right in the middle against the back wall, a closet on the right with all the clothes and extra things in the closet, a rocking chair in the left corner with a foot rest, a changing table in the right corner by the door and a little shelf by the door on the left with gifts of books and pictures.
"We still aren't sure on a name for either sex though." I state bringing myself out of my thoughts getting back to the present problem.
"Yeah, well it's not like the baby will care whether the walls are painted or if it's name is in letters on the wall." Emily adds making a good point and I nod. I walk over to her and wrap my arm her waist and she wraps hers around mine and rests her head on my shoulder.
"Are you ready for this to become real? Actually having the baby here and playing out the role of mum and dad?" I ask her as I look around the room and admire the work we've done in the past two months. Which has been a lot and the only things to do that remain are painting the walls, if we ultimately decide to, and doing something to display the baby's name which we still have 2 or 3 names for a boy and for a girl. We decided to wait until we see the baby for ourselves and decide what name would fit the best.
"Yeah, as ready as I can be. Are you ready to be a dad?" Em asks me and I look down to her smiling face and I smile back at her.
"Yeah, the prep of nine months has really gotten me ready." I say honestly and kiss her on the lips sweetly. It is the 25th of March and Emily is due the 24th of April and I just hope I won't be gone for a show and miss the baby, that's really what I fear the most and what bugs me late at night before I fall asleep. We today had been, well actually only I had been because Em hasn't been feeling good today and I didn't want her doing a lot or hurting herself, as much as she opposed me, doing more things in the nursery. My dad has been supportive of us having this baby since the day I told him in the hospital in August and he was too nice and bought us a crib and I finally set it up today. I feel really bad about this but Brian says it's necessary: our fans don't know about Emily having my baby and we're all trying our best to keep it a secret and sooner or later I know it's going to get out. I'll be relieved about it, but I know I'll be even more concerned when that happens, because i'll be worried about the safety of Emily and the baby and I can only hope it goes fine, but I dunno.
