Wow, ok, so I got a pregnancy book at Goodwill for 50 cents this weekend. I thought maybe it would help me with writing Elizabeth's pregnancy more accurately, and I found out I have actually made some terrible errors. For example, I didn't know that pregnant women aren't supposed to take over the counter drugs without consulting their OB because they can be harmful to the baby, and at least two times I've had Elizabeth taking OTC drugs. Whoops! Please forgive me. I'm a mere 18 years of age and have never had a baby, so sorry for the mistakes. Did any of you know that? Let me know if I do something stupid like that again.
Meanwhile, here is chapter 9. Sorry it's been a while since the last update. With the semester winding down I've had a huge amount of work thanks to Composition I and that damn research paper! This chapter is just a little Cordano something. Let me know if you think the story is getting boring and I will try to pick it up a little.
Thanks to all my faithful reviewers out there, you know who you are. I really appreciate you taking the time to give me feedback. It makes the writing worthwhile.
On with the chapter…..
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By now Elizabeth was nearing the fourth month of her pregnancy.
That particular morning, Elizabeth was lying on Robert's bed, struggling to get her pants buttoned and zipped. It was turning out to be harder than she imagined. During the past few weeks she had put on quite a few pounds. She was just getting to the point where most of her clothes didn't really fit..
Robert came into the bedroom, toothbrush in his mouth.
"What are you doing?" he asked at her struggle with the pants.
"My pants don't fit," she whined.
Robert laughed.
"It's not funny," she said seriously.
"Sorry."
He returned to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. When he came back into the bedroom, Elizabeth threw her pants at him.
"I guess I'll have to put my scrubs on," she said, going to get her bag from the other side of the bed. "I didn't bring any other clothes with me."
He could tell she was irritated. He was trying to think of something he could do to make her feel better when it hit him.
He crossed the room and approached her as she dug through her bag for the scrubs she had packed. Coming up behind her, he put his arms around her stomach. As he pulled her close, taking in the smell of her freshly washed hair, he said "After work, how about we go to your house so you can get some clothes and other things to bring over here. I'll clear out some closet space for you and a couple of drawers, okay?"
"Robert, you know you don't have to do that. I'm just frustrated with the pants."
"But I want you to feel at home here. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Of course you need someplace here to keep your stuff."
"Thank you," she said, turning around to kiss him. After a few seconds their lips parted, leaving them both wanting more.
They started kissing again, but this time they were interrupted by a tiny voice that said, "Mommy?"
Elizabeth broke away from the kiss. "What is it sweetheart?"
"When are we going bye-bye?" she asked sweetly. Elizabeth looked at her watch.
"In a few minutes, Ella."
"Ok," she replied simply and toddled out of the room.
Robert leaned in for another kiss once Ella was out of the room, but Elizabeth put a hand against his chest to stop him.
"Later, ok? We're late."
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Work passed fairly quickly, and before she knew it, Elizabeth was picking Ella up from daycare. After signing her out, they headed downstairs to find Robert, since he was their ride home.
Robert was just handing his last patient over to Dr. Lewis who was working the night shift.
By now, the whole hospital was aware of Robert and Elizabeth's relationship. It was hard to keep anything a secret around the hospital. And, nearly everyone had recognized that Elizabeth was pregnant, or had heard it through the infinite amount of gossip going around. Few people, though, knew that Dr. Dorset was the father. Elizabeth had only actually told Susan and Abby, but she was sure that they were beginning to spread the word around like wild fire.
"Ready to go?" Elizabeth asked as she approached Robert, toting Ella in her arms.
"Hey let me take the munchkin. You shouldn't be lifting her."
She handed Ella over to him, gratefully. Ella greeted Robert with a hug, throwing her arms around his neck, and then gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Hey now, your mom's going to get jealous," he joked, and Ella giggled. She had become quite attached to Robert lately.
"Come on, let's go home," Elizabeth said, pulling them both towards the door. "My feet are killing me."
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Before heading to Robert's, they stopped at Elizabeth's house to pick up some of her clothes. Pulling one of Mark's old sports bags off the top shelf of her closet, Elizabeth began to fill it with a few pairs of pants, a couple of skirts, and a maternity dress that she was considering wearing.
Moving out of the closet, she went to her dresser, and pulled out some pajamas, a few pairs of underwear and a couple of bras, tossing them into her bag.
Robert wandered into the room as she finished packing up the rest of her stuff.
"I have to pee," Elizabeth blurted out, annoyed. She dropped her bag onto the bed, clothes spilling out. "This must be the twentieth time I've peed today," she said, walking into her bathroom and slamming the door shut.
When she came out a minute later, Robert was repacking the bag, zipping it up as he finished.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asked, hearing her washing her hands at the sink.
"I don't know," she replied, drying her hands on a towel. "How about pancakes? That sounds really good. And bacon." She paused. "I'm so hungry."
"Ok, well let's go," he said, picking up the bag and heading down the stairs.
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Elizabeth sighed and leaned back in her chair at the dinner table. "I think I ate too much," she mumbled.
"I've never seen you eat that much before."
"I told you I was hungry," she told him, smiling. "Let's do the dishes tomorrow," she told him.
"Okay, let's go upstairs," he said, pulling her out of the chair.
Elizabeth decided to take a shower, so Robert flopped onto the bed and turned on a baseball game on ESPN.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom dressed in her pajamas, and crawled into the bed next to Robert. He flicked off the TV and went to brush his teeth.
He shut the lights off as he climbed into bed.
Elizabeth couldn't sleep. Robert had rolled onto his side and looked like he was nearly asleep, but Elizabeth continued to lie there staring at the ceiling. She fidgeted around in the bed, trying to get comfortable. She rolled from one side to the other, and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Robert mumbled sleepily,
"I can't sleep. I have heartburn."
"Well it's no wonder, with all that food you ate tonight."
She moaned. "Don't remind me. I feel sick."
"I'm sorry." He turned over to face her. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked, placing a hand on her stomach.
"No, not really."
"Lift up your head for a second, I'll put another pillow underneath. You should keep your head elevated."
"Oh my gosh," Elizabeth gasped.
"What?" Robert asked, worried, sitting up in the bed.
"The baby just kicked!"
"Are you serious?"
She grabbed his hand and placed it on the exact spot where she had felt the strong kick.
"I don't feel anything," Robert said.
She moved his hand over to the right a little.
"Right there, did you feel that?" she asked, smiling at him,
Robert was speechless for a moment. "Oh my gosh, I felt it," he said, his face lighting up.
He leaned down to kiss her gently.
"Robert, wait, I want to ask you something. I've been wanting to ask you this for a while, and now seems like the perfect time."
"What is it?" he asked cautiously.
"I want you to be the father of this baby. I want you to be a part of his life."
"Of course I will. Did you ever doubt the fact that I would want to be?"
"Not for a second."
"So you think it's a boy? You said 'his life'."
"It's just a feeling," she said smiling, and then they began to kiss, forgetting all about Elizabeth's heartburn.
Meanwhile, here is chapter 9. Sorry it's been a while since the last update. With the semester winding down I've had a huge amount of work thanks to Composition I and that damn research paper! This chapter is just a little Cordano something. Let me know if you think the story is getting boring and I will try to pick it up a little.
Thanks to all my faithful reviewers out there, you know who you are. I really appreciate you taking the time to give me feedback. It makes the writing worthwhile.
On with the chapter…..
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By now Elizabeth was nearing the fourth month of her pregnancy.
That particular morning, Elizabeth was lying on Robert's bed, struggling to get her pants buttoned and zipped. It was turning out to be harder than she imagined. During the past few weeks she had put on quite a few pounds. She was just getting to the point where most of her clothes didn't really fit..
Robert came into the bedroom, toothbrush in his mouth.
"What are you doing?" he asked at her struggle with the pants.
"My pants don't fit," she whined.
Robert laughed.
"It's not funny," she said seriously.
"Sorry."
He returned to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. When he came back into the bedroom, Elizabeth threw her pants at him.
"I guess I'll have to put my scrubs on," she said, going to get her bag from the other side of the bed. "I didn't bring any other clothes with me."
He could tell she was irritated. He was trying to think of something he could do to make her feel better when it hit him.
He crossed the room and approached her as she dug through her bag for the scrubs she had packed. Coming up behind her, he put his arms around her stomach. As he pulled her close, taking in the smell of her freshly washed hair, he said "After work, how about we go to your house so you can get some clothes and other things to bring over here. I'll clear out some closet space for you and a couple of drawers, okay?"
"Robert, you know you don't have to do that. I'm just frustrated with the pants."
"But I want you to feel at home here. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Of course you need someplace here to keep your stuff."
"Thank you," she said, turning around to kiss him. After a few seconds their lips parted, leaving them both wanting more.
They started kissing again, but this time they were interrupted by a tiny voice that said, "Mommy?"
Elizabeth broke away from the kiss. "What is it sweetheart?"
"When are we going bye-bye?" she asked sweetly. Elizabeth looked at her watch.
"In a few minutes, Ella."
"Ok," she replied simply and toddled out of the room.
Robert leaned in for another kiss once Ella was out of the room, but Elizabeth put a hand against his chest to stop him.
"Later, ok? We're late."
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Work passed fairly quickly, and before she knew it, Elizabeth was picking Ella up from daycare. After signing her out, they headed downstairs to find Robert, since he was their ride home.
Robert was just handing his last patient over to Dr. Lewis who was working the night shift.
By now, the whole hospital was aware of Robert and Elizabeth's relationship. It was hard to keep anything a secret around the hospital. And, nearly everyone had recognized that Elizabeth was pregnant, or had heard it through the infinite amount of gossip going around. Few people, though, knew that Dr. Dorset was the father. Elizabeth had only actually told Susan and Abby, but she was sure that they were beginning to spread the word around like wild fire.
"Ready to go?" Elizabeth asked as she approached Robert, toting Ella in her arms.
"Hey let me take the munchkin. You shouldn't be lifting her."
She handed Ella over to him, gratefully. Ella greeted Robert with a hug, throwing her arms around his neck, and then gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Hey now, your mom's going to get jealous," he joked, and Ella giggled. She had become quite attached to Robert lately.
"Come on, let's go home," Elizabeth said, pulling them both towards the door. "My feet are killing me."
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Before heading to Robert's, they stopped at Elizabeth's house to pick up some of her clothes. Pulling one of Mark's old sports bags off the top shelf of her closet, Elizabeth began to fill it with a few pairs of pants, a couple of skirts, and a maternity dress that she was considering wearing.
Moving out of the closet, she went to her dresser, and pulled out some pajamas, a few pairs of underwear and a couple of bras, tossing them into her bag.
Robert wandered into the room as she finished packing up the rest of her stuff.
"I have to pee," Elizabeth blurted out, annoyed. She dropped her bag onto the bed, clothes spilling out. "This must be the twentieth time I've peed today," she said, walking into her bathroom and slamming the door shut.
When she came out a minute later, Robert was repacking the bag, zipping it up as he finished.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asked, hearing her washing her hands at the sink.
"I don't know," she replied, drying her hands on a towel. "How about pancakes? That sounds really good. And bacon." She paused. "I'm so hungry."
"Ok, well let's go," he said, picking up the bag and heading down the stairs.
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Elizabeth sighed and leaned back in her chair at the dinner table. "I think I ate too much," she mumbled.
"I've never seen you eat that much before."
"I told you I was hungry," she told him, smiling. "Let's do the dishes tomorrow," she told him.
"Okay, let's go upstairs," he said, pulling her out of the chair.
Elizabeth decided to take a shower, so Robert flopped onto the bed and turned on a baseball game on ESPN.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom dressed in her pajamas, and crawled into the bed next to Robert. He flicked off the TV and went to brush his teeth.
He shut the lights off as he climbed into bed.
Elizabeth couldn't sleep. Robert had rolled onto his side and looked like he was nearly asleep, but Elizabeth continued to lie there staring at the ceiling. She fidgeted around in the bed, trying to get comfortable. She rolled from one side to the other, and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Robert mumbled sleepily,
"I can't sleep. I have heartburn."
"Well it's no wonder, with all that food you ate tonight."
She moaned. "Don't remind me. I feel sick."
"I'm sorry." He turned over to face her. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked, placing a hand on her stomach.
"No, not really."
"Lift up your head for a second, I'll put another pillow underneath. You should keep your head elevated."
"Oh my gosh," Elizabeth gasped.
"What?" Robert asked, worried, sitting up in the bed.
"The baby just kicked!"
"Are you serious?"
She grabbed his hand and placed it on the exact spot where she had felt the strong kick.
"I don't feel anything," Robert said.
She moved his hand over to the right a little.
"Right there, did you feel that?" she asked, smiling at him,
Robert was speechless for a moment. "Oh my gosh, I felt it," he said, his face lighting up.
He leaned down to kiss her gently.
"Robert, wait, I want to ask you something. I've been wanting to ask you this for a while, and now seems like the perfect time."
"What is it?" he asked cautiously.
"I want you to be the father of this baby. I want you to be a part of his life."
"Of course I will. Did you ever doubt the fact that I would want to be?"
"Not for a second."
"So you think it's a boy? You said 'his life'."
"It's just a feeling," she said smiling, and then they began to kiss, forgetting all about Elizabeth's heartburn.
