November 27th, 2005

Week 36

Randi tossed as she lied down in bed. Dave opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm uncomfortable." Randi moaned. "I can't sleep."

"Me either." Dave mumbled. Randi frowned at him.

"I'm serious, Dave." She said, "I'm hot. My back hurts."

"You're hot? It's snowing outside." Dave said flipping on the light.

"Yes, I'm hot, Dave. I'm fucking hot." She kicked off the blanket.

"All right. I'll get the fan." He said getting up and walking over to the closet. This was the only thing he disliked about her pregnancies. Dave set up the large fan in front of his hot wife.

"Thank you." Randi said pulling her shirt off. Dave grinned, "Don't think about it. I need clothes off or I'll complain more."

"Then by all means strip." He said crawling into bed next to her.

"Can you massage my back?" Randi asked, lying down again.

"If you ask nicely." Dave said. It was obvious he wasn't going to sleep that night. Randi wiggled closer to him and groaned.

"Dave, sweetheart, may you please massage my back?" She asked. Dave smiled and placed his hands on her lower back.

"You owe me." He said. Randi groaned with pleasure. "Can you believe the baby is almost here?"

"Yes." Randi smiled weakly, "What if we don't come up with a name?"

"We will." Dave said, "I have a few ideas in my head. I really like Abigail for a middle name."

"I thought we were going to have Anne." Randi said.

"Anne is too plain for our family. Grace is even pushing it." Randi chuckled softly with a nod.

"And you think Abigail isn't plain?"

"No. It's not as common as Anne is." Dave said. Randi nodded.

"Well, We'll keep that in our heads wont we." Randi smiled, "I was thinking of Waverly for a first name…You know, sticking with the marine theme we have going." Dave chuckled.

"Waverly Malucci. We'll see." He kneaded her lower back hard.

"Yeah. Right there." Randi groaned loudly. Dave kissed Randi's shoulder softly. Four weeks and they might be holding their next baby girl. This waiting part was exciting, but it was tiring at time. It would be over soon.

December 11th, 2005

Week 38

Randi sat at her sewing machine working through her latest Braxton Hicks contraction. She had been getting them all weekend, but they weren't regular or anything. The baby did drop though and she knew that was a great sign.

"What are you doing?" Dave asked walking in the room with a snack for Randi.

"I made the baby an outfit for her first picture." She smiled smoothing out the ruffles. She held up a white and blue sailor's dress. Dave chuckled as he looked at it.

"That beautiful." He smiled. "A little sailor dress. We have a marine theme for this one don't we?"

"Of course." She said laying the dress down on the desk. "Are the girls behaving themselves?"

"They want to decorate the tree." He said. Randi nodded as she grabbed one of the grapes he brought in for her.

"All right. Let's go decorate the tree then. Maybe all this work will make me go into labour." Randi chuckled as Dave pulled her up to her swollen feet. "Deck the halls time." Dave and Randi walked slowly down the stairs. Ireland and Lyric were dancing around the box of tree ornaments.

"Can I put the star on?" Ireland asked.

"You did it last year I believe." Dave said, "Lyric may put it on this year." A large smile spread across Lyric's face.

"Thanks." She said. Ireland pouted.

"Next year the baby will put it on, not me." She said.

"We'll see." Randi said as she eased her body down into the oversized chair. "You can start decorating. Make sure not all of the ornaments aren't on the bottom only, Dave." He smiled.

"Don't worry." Dave said plugging the lights in. Lyric oohed.

"Pretty." She said.

"It'll be prettier once you start putting ornaments on it."

"Kay." Lyric went into the box and pulled out a bird ornament. "Tweet. Tweet." She stood on her tiptoes and placed it on the branch. When she turned her back, Dave hooked it on.

"Mommy, can we make popcorn?" Ireland asked. Randi nodded.

"We'll do that afterwards. We can hang the popcorn and cranberries on the porch railings that way all the birdies can have Christmas dinner." Dixie curled up next to Randi's feet.

"Dingle bells. Dingle bells. Dingle all way." Ireland sang as she hung up a red ball. Dave chuckled as he made sure the top of the tree got decorations.

"Fun ride." Lyric sang.

"On a horse sleigh. HEY!" Ireland giggled. Randi grinned rubbing her belly.

"Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh. Over the fields we go, laughing all the way." Randi sang.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Lyric said.

"Bells on bob tails ring. Making spirits bright." Dave sang, "What fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight…oooooh!"

"Daddy has a butiful voice." Ireland said. Dave chuckled.

"So do you, Pumpkin." He winked.

"Santa here?" Lyric asked.

"In two weeks, baby." Randi said, "but you need to be a good girl until then."

"I good girl." Lyric said.

"Always." Randi smiled.

"Santa bring me horsey." Ireland said. Dave laughed.

"A horse. Where do you think you're going to keep a horse?"

"Backyard." She said.

"What are you going feed it?" Randi asked.

"Steak and 'shrooms." She said. Randi giggled.

"It needs water." Randi said.

"It'll drink beer." Dave laughed loudly. "Its name is smelly poo poo butt."

"Ewww." Lyric wrinkled her nose; "You're smelly poo poo butt."

"Girls enough." Dave laughed. Within a half-hour, Dave and the girls had decorated the tree. Lyric held up the star.

"Daddy, star." She said.

"All right." Dave lifted his daughter up. Lyric giggled as she slid the star onto the top of the tree. "There you go, lyric!"

"Momma look!" She said as Dave put her down.

"I see. It's beautiful." Randi smiled. Dave's beeper he had put on the coffee table started to buzz. Randi picked it up and looked at it. "They need you." Dave groaned.

"9-1-1?" He asked. Randi nodded, "All right. AT least we got the tree done." He grabbed his pager and kissed his wife. "Page me if your water breaks."

"You know I will." She said.

"Bye daddy." Ireland said. Dave kissed each of his daughters.

"Be have." He said as he ran out. The girls both sighed.

"He always works." Ireland said.

"I know, but Grown ups need to work." Randi said, "There's a lot of sick people that needs your daddy's help." Lyric smiled.

"I gonna help sick doggies." She said.

"I know." Randi smiled softly, "Let's go get your pajamas on." Once again another wonderful family moment had been ruined by work. That was why Randi ignored her 'fame'. Dave didn't know how many magazines, TV programs, and reporters were begging Randi for interviews. Her fashion show in a couple months was already getting huge press. Randi was labeled the best fashion designer since Vera Wang. She hid it from Dave. She didn't want her job interfering with her family life. She thought that was fair.