June 27th, 2005

Week 14

Randi glanced in at the girls in each of their rooms. They looked so innocent in their beds asleep. Randi knew that that was all a mask. She knew how bad they could be. She walked into her bedroom, rubbing her expanding stomach.

"They asleep?" Dave asked as he read.

"Sound asleep." Randi said as she grabbed her laptop off of her dresser. She settled herself in bed and rested the computer on her lap. Her stomach was in the way, but she'd manage. Randi was writing her pregnancy diary o the computer this time. With Lyric, she did it in a journal, but she just couldn't keep up with it. With her laptop it was easier.

Hello there.

It's me of course. I suppose I should start off tonight's entry with out I'm feeling and all that jazz. I'm doing okay. Although, I am extremely tired. The nausea has passed which is extremely good. My waist is a thing of the past. I am officially in my maternity clothes. I need to design some new things because I've never been this pregnant in the summer. My cravings have started although they're not terrible. I've been craving salt. I know, I can't have a lot of salt and I'm not.

That's enough of the physical stuff. J How am I dealing with this pregnancy mentally? Okay, I think I'm handling this well. I'm a little nervous about it all, but it's not like I've been here before. This time is a little different though. Maybe it was because A car accident made me find out I was pregnant. I don't know. I hope this baby is going to be a little easier than Lyric and Ireland. I hope because the girls will be old enough to help out. Maybe Ireland will help me give the baby a bath. Maybe Lyric will help me change the baby. Maybe I'm dreaming.

Dave is still set on the name Harrison for a boy. He doesn't think we're having a girl. I don't know what we're having yet. I haven't been getting any vibes. If it's a girl, I was thinking maybe Meritt or Baylor or something cool like that. We need a name to go with Ireland and Lyric. Oh well, At least we've figured out that the nursery theme is going to be a beach theme. I think this is all I need to write today. I'm feeling pretty tired. Until next time.

Randi saved what she wrote and closed her laptop. Dave looked at her.

"You all done for the night?" He asked. Randi nodded with a smile.

"Yeah. I'm ready for bed." She said as Dave put his book up.

"Then let's sleep." He shut the light off and slid down to snuggle in the bed. Randi kissed Dave quickly and snuggled into him. Dave gave her a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Randi smiled and closed her eyes. The busy day had really gotten her tired. A tiny hand nudged Randi.

"Mommy." Ireland whispered.

"Go to bed, Ireland." Randi whispered.

"Dears a monster." She said.

"There's no such thing as monsters." Randi said trying to get comfortable again.

"But Mommy."

"Landsie, go to bed." Dave said.

"Can I sleep wif you?" She asked. Randi sighed deeply, but moved over.

"Get in and go straight to sleep." Ireland grinned as she crawled into bed with her parents.

"Mommy?" Lyric stood in the doorway. Randi groaned loudly.

"Come on, Lyr. Get in bed." Lyric smiled and jumped into bed with her parents. "Sleep." The girls snuggled into their parents with a smile. Randi wrapped her arms around Ireland. This bed was going to be full with babies soon.

July 11th, 2005

Week 16

Randi took in a deep breath. Her nerves were running a mile a minute as she straightened out her new dress. She had a big meeting with Jean Paul, a man who was interested in bringing Randi Wear to Los Angeles. Randi rubbed her belly.

"Be good in there." She whispered as she stepped off of the elevator. She walked to the front desk, "Hi. I have a one o'clock with Jean Paul. That name is Miranda Malucci."

"Right. He's in his office waiting. You may go right in." The secretary said. Randi smiled and walked into the large office. Jean Paul stood up.

"Mrs. Malucci, welcome." He extended his hand.

"Call me Randi please." She smiled.

"Right. Have a seat." Randi sat down in front of the desk. "I am so very honoured to have you here in my office." Randi blushed.

"Oh well, I'm honoured that you want to have my shop in LA." She said.

"Yes. Well, I'm assuming you know about all the shops I have brought to LA." Randi nodded with a smile.

"Yes. I've been reading about you and your holding for the past couple of months." She said.

"Very good. You read over the contract?" Randi nodded.

"Yup. I did. My husband did. My lawyer did." She chuckled. Jean Paul chuckled.

"Very good. We want you to be happy with this deal. All I'm asking is 10% of the profits of this one shop." He said, "If this works out, I may want to open up more."

"That would be great." She smiled.

"Now you're under no obligation to accept this of course." Jean Paul took out a folder; "Here are ideas of how I want the shop to look."

"All right." Randi smiled as she opened the folder. There were trendy drawings of her shop. It had obvious touches of Los Angeles to the sign and set up.

"How far along are you?" He asked Randi smiled.

"Sixteen weeks." She said, "I like these sketches. The only thing I want that I don't see is the counter in the center of the shop. I think that more friendly that way. It's easier to greet people when they walk in."

"Done it's in the center now." He said. Randi chuckled.

"Other than that…I love it." She said.

"You'll sign?" Jean Paul asked. Randi nodded with a smile.

"I'll sign." She said taking out a pen.

"Great. You'll be amazed how much revenue you'll have now." Jean Paul said as Randi signed her name.

"I can only imagine." She said as she stood up, "Thank you so much, Jean Paul."

"No. Thank you, Mrs. Malucci." He smiled.

* * *

Randi walked into the house with a large grin on her face.

"Oh, Dr. Malucci?" She called out.

"Washing dishes." He said. Randi chuckled.

"Wow. Cleaning." Randi said, "Did hell freeze over?"

"Ha ha. Funny." He said, "How did the meeting go?"

"Well, I now own a shop is Los Angeles." Randi grinned.

"Great!" He hugged his wife, "I knew you'd sign the contract."

"I knew I would too. It was too good of a deal to pass by." Randi said, "Are the girls asleep?"

"Yeah. They crashed after lunch." Dave smiled, "Why don't we celebrate?" Randi cocked her eyebrow.

"Celebrate how?" She asked. Dave walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a cherry cheesecake. Randi laughed.

"I made it to celebrate." He said. Randi licked her lips.

"You're little Miss Suzie homemaker lately, aren't you?" She asked as she grabbed a few plates. Dave nodded.

"You bet." He said. Randi settled herself at the table as Dave dished up the cheesecake. "You do know how proud I am of you right?"

"You cooked cheesecake." Randi said, "You must be proud."

"I am Not many women can do what you do." He said, "You're going to be the next Vera Wang and Donetella Versacci."

"Don't forget Cynthia Nixon already wore one of my dresses so I'm pretty close." Randi winked playfully. Dave just couldn't put how proud he was of his wife into words. She was sixteen weeks pregnant, she was still recovering mentally from her car accident, and she had just opened another shop. Dave was amazed at the woman who had stolen his heart.