Chapter 55
It's That Time of the Month
You know, there is one thing that I absalutly hate about not being pregnant...
Those gut killing, wanting to rip everyones head off, periods!
I hate them! And the worst part was that mine had started while I was out shopping with Shannon and Tara. I'm so lucky that we were at the store so I could pick some up. Other than that, I'm stuck with the blasted cramps for a week!
Ron, on the other hand, doesn't know much about girls periods, and hardly understands them. He knows that it can make girls crabby, Shego even told me that Drakken understood that and stayed out f her way. He understand that we can't have sex during that time, which puts a damper on his mood. He knows that we always need to have Tampons in the bathroom closet. And he knows that it's a sign that a girl is not pregnant, that's how he found out in the first place.
At the store when I told Tara, she brought up how Josh knew all that stuff and that he was the one that had sujested that she was even pregnant in the first place. A pregnancy test and a trip to the doctors later, Tara was confermed her pregnancy.
Mine went a little different...
I walked into the our bedroom, it was about 10 at night and I had just comferned that I was pregnant by a doctor, my mother, and a pregnancy test. I had always wanted a baby of my own, but saving the world and being kicked around never helped. Now I just had to tell Ron. He wasn't the smartest person in the world, but that doesn't mean that he wont understand that I do want to keep our baby.
Ron was already laying in bed with his beack resting on the head-board, playing his newest game that I only let him bring into the room because he had gotten a headache. I bet he only got it was because he was playing it the whole time.
I walked to my side of the bed and layed down at his side.
"Ronnie." I whispered.
"Yes KP?" He asked not talking his eyes off the screen.
Ok, how am I going to tell him? Do I be blunt? Do I ask if he wants a baby? A family? How would he feel? How? Grrr, why do I have to be like this? Ok, OK. I'm just going to tell him.
"I-I'm pr-pregnant." I told my loving husband of 3 years.
Ron stopped his game, put the controler down on his bedside table, and turned and faced me, showing no emotion on his face.
"What?" He simply asked me.
"You," I rested my index finger on his chest, "My loving, and silly, husband, got me," I pointed to myself, it's like teaching a child, but he's all mine, no one will take him from me, I hope. "pregnant." I finished with a smirk on my face.
Ron looked at me, I didn't even know what he could be thinking, all I could guess was it was bad! Oh, god, I hope I didn't mess this up!
Ron leaned in and rested his soft lips opon my own, in a soft but loving kiss. "I knew it." He whispered.
It was then my dream of having a family began... well, really it began when Ron had proposed to me while we were in Paris for our 2 year dating annaversery.
The next day I had went to see Betty.
