Jesse's POV:
I took her to the hospital the next day. They did an ultrasound. The doctor said that the baby looked as if it were about 2 months along. I grinned. I was a father. Or I would be.
Anyway, she also said that the baby was healthy, but to keep it that way, Susannah should stay away from junk food and things like that.
After we got out of the hospital, I scooped Susannah up and spun her around several times. Then I set her down and felt her stomach. In just 7 months, I was going to be the father of that baby! I couldn't get over it.
Suze's POV:
Wow. Pregnant.
I called CeeCee that night. I kept on hinting, but I didn't actually tell her. Finally, she guessed it.
"Oh, my God, Suze, you're pregnant, aren't you?"
I sighed. "Yes."
CeeCee squealed, "Oh my gosh! Congrats!"
I smiled in spite of myself. "I know! I'm pretty excited. I just hope that my pregnancy experience is one of those ones where later I look back and go, 'Being pregnant was the best time of my life,' not 'Oh my God, I'm glad that's over, being pregnant was hell.' You know?"
"I know, girl. But just relax. Let Jesse take care of you. It is kind of his fault, you know. But he will be a good father."
"Now, Cee," I said. "It does take two to tango, you know."
"I know, Suze."
"Well, I guess I'll catch up with you later," I said. CeeCee didn't know it, but Jesse was right there massaging my feet, and it was really distracting. But in a good way.
"Okay, bye Suze. And, oh my God, once again, congratulations!"
"Hey, Cee?"
She had been about to hang up, I knew it. "Yeah?"
"Can you tell Adam for me? But tell him not to tell anyone else. I don't want for mom and Andy to find out about it before I get a chance to tell them. I want to tell them in my own words."
"Okay, Suze. Bye."
Jesse's POV:
We'd been trying to come up with baby names for a long time. Hours, it seemed like.
"What about Jesse Jr.?" Susannah suggested.
"Nah. Let's give him or her an original name."
"Okay, what about Daniel?"
"I don't think so. What about Alicia?"
"Hmm…maybe. But I think maybe Lola would be better."
"Lola? That's kind of…out there."
"Not really. Whatever. How about Katherine?"
"That's not too bad. What about Austin for a boy?"
"I like Andrew better."
"How about Robert?"
"This is so frustrating!" Susannah shouted. I can't say I'd blame her, it was getting kind of old.
"Okay, enough baby names for now."
She smiled. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest a nice long shower, accompanied by a robe and slippers afterward, and a nice long night in front of the TV, watching movies until we drop dead."
"Sounds good to me."
I kissed her stomach several times. "I love you, querida." Then, I directed my attention back to her stomach. "And you, my precious unborn offspring."
She mock punched me, and then I went for a shower. When I came back, she was watching Little Women. This would be a long night. But it will be worth it, I thought. And just being in Susannah's presence without interruption…it was. Worth it, I mean.
Paul's
POV:
I took Kailey out to a little café on the corner of my street one night. We were so in love. We still are. But then, something happened. I still am not sure whether or not I should have been happy. I suppose the answer is yes. Because I was. I was overjoyed.
We had been sitting there, I eating a burger, and her eating a salad, when she said something I had not seen coming.
"Paul," she said gently. I looked up.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"There's something I need to tell you."
"What's that?"
"I'm pregnant."
Suze's
POV:
I fell asleep in Jesse's arms. It was so comfortable, so perfect…just the two of us. Soon it would be the three of us, instead of two.
The next morning, I woke up, and Jesse was still asleep. I got up, but suddenly I had morning sickness again. I threw up on the bed sheets.
That woke Jesse up, alright. He didn't freak out, though. He just said, "Oh, querida, are you alright? Here, let's go to the bathroom so you can throw up in the toilet, I'll take these sheets off the bed so I can wash them…" You can so tell he would make a fabulous doctor.
I couldn't say anything, though, only nod and run to the bathroom. 20 minutes later I emerged and heard the washer going. He hadn't wasted any time. I'm sure it was lovely, waking up to someone barfing where you are sleeping. He didn't seem to mind, though.
All he said was, "Susannah, are you okay? Here, let's get you cleaned up." He began taking my now barf drenched shirt off, and then realized what he was doing. He blushed. "Oh, well, you can take it off, if you want…"
I smiled. "It's okay, Jesse. We'll be spending the rest of our lives together. You'd better get used to seeing me without a shirt. Because, chances are, it's going to happen again at some point." So he continued taking my shirt off. I did have a bra on, though. Darn it.
He slipped a clean shirt over my head. "There," he said.
"How about some breakfast for your future wife and kid, huh?" I said, smiling broadly.
"Okay," Jesse said, still blushing.
