March 14th, 2003
Week 12
Derek was still in shock that Sara wanted to open her own dance studio. He was going to stand behind her in it though. He wasn't sure where they would get the money for the baby and the studio.
"Okay, I have some names for you." Sara said.
"Baby names?" Derek asked.
"No." She chuckled, "Names for the studio." Derek sighed and nodded.
"Let me hear them."
"Okay. Pregnant Prancers, Belly ballet, and Sara's Studio." She said. Derek chuckled softly.
"I like Belly Ballet." He said. Sara looked at him.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yes. Belly Ballet puts the points across." He took the notebook from Sara's hands, "Come on. Let's go out."
"Go out?" Sara asked. Derek nodded.
"It's this thing we used to do before we got pregnant." He said. Sara smiled softly looking at his face. Man, he really wanted to go out.
"I don't think any of my clubbing shirts fit anymore." She said.
"You're not really showing so come on." Derek got up. Sara nodded.
"Okay, but just because we haven't gone in awhile." She smiled.
* * *
The heavy bass rumble through her belly. Sara Assumed the baby was going to start dancing at any moment. Derek took her hand leading her to a table.
"Let me get you a drink." Derek said.
"Just water please." She said sitting at a table. Sara caressed her stomach. In a few months, she'd be too big to attempt to dance on this dance floor.
"Could I get two waters?" Derek asked the bartender. He nodded. Derek looked around the club. He moved his head. This was his atmosphere, not that he didn't like getting ready for a baby, he just missed this. Derek saw Chenille....Chenille and a man....Chenille and a man making out. He frowned deeply and grabbed the waters. He stalked on over to them, "Yo Chenille."
"Derek! Hi!" She laughed fixing her lipstick. Derek looked the man up and down.
"Who is this?" He asked. Chenille smiled weakly.
"This is Hank. Hank...This is my brother, Derek." She said.
"Please to meet you." Hank extended his hand. Derek didn't shake it.
"Derek, don't be rude." Chenille hissed.
"I'm not rude. I'm not the one making out in the middle of the club." Derek said. Chenille rolled her eyes.
"Don't start." She said taking Hanks hand. "Goodbye, D." Derek growled and walked over to the table. he handed Sara her drink.
"Who was that?" Sara asked.
"Hank." Derek muttered.
"Who's Hank?" She asked.
"I don't care." Derek growled. Sara stared at him. He had brother syndrome. Any man that Chenille was around he hated. he didn't want to see her get hurt again and Sara understood why.
March 28th, 2003
Week 14
She was feeling good. No barfing. No fainting. Sara was in a terrific mood. She and Patrick had even rented a space that would be perfect for Belly Ballet. Sara had recently celebrated her twentieth birthday, which was terrific as well. Life couldn't get any better.
"I think I'm pregnant." Chenille said as they walked through the fabric store. Sara stopped in her tracks.
"Excuse me?" She stared at her best friend. chenille looked around.
"This would be cute for your wedding dress." Chenille held up a cream colour silk.
"That's not what you said." Sara said, "Are you pregnant?" Chenille shrugged.
"I think I might be." She said.
"That's big." Sara said. She took Chenille's hand, "I think you should test." She shook her head.
"I want to start your dress first." She said, "If I am, I will deal with it, but if I'm not then fine." Sara nodded slowly. She really wanted to know, but She couldn't push.
"Well, I like the off-white silk." Sara said. Chenille nodded as she picked it up.
"Then we'll get it."
* * *
Sara stared at Chenille as she made measurements. Chenille had been pretty quiet ever since they got home. Sara sighed.
"Chenille, please go take a test." Sara said.
"I don't want to." She said.
"Well, I want you to.' Sara said pulling the measuring tape out of Chenille's hand. "Take it for me." Chenille looked into Sara's dark eyes. She groaned loudly.
"Fine. GO wash your damn dishes." Chenille stomped to the bathroom. Sara smiled softly going to the sink. Part of her wanted Chenille to be pregnant, but part of her didn't want it.
"So, is it hank?" Sara called out.
"Yeah. I don't sleep around." Chenille said. Sara chuckled.
"I know you don't. it was just a question." She said. Sara turned the water on and began to wash the dishes Derek left in the sink this morning. This really was exciting. This baby could have a playmate close to it's age.
"Oh my god!!" Chenille squealed. Sara turned off the water.
"What is it?" Sara asked.
"I'm not pregnant!" Chenille ran out of the bathroom. She was grinning from ear to ear. "THANK GOD!" Sara laughed.
"So you didn't want to be pregnant." She said.
"Hell yeah." Chenille hugged Sara. "I am so happy. I can only handle one pregnant woman at a time." Sara laughed loudly pushing her away.
"If you're happy about the results, then I'm happy as well." She said. Chenille smiled.
"Thank you." She said. Sara exhaled. She didn't even realize that she had been holding it. No new baby besides her own. That was how it was suppose to be so that was okay with her.
* * *
If you would like an update on my fics or just general discussion, then join my e-mail list. Just e-mail me to join