March 7th, 2004
Week 18
Denise was starting to feel really big. There was no hiding her pregnancy. Not that she wanted to. Her schedule at work was getting more hectic. Today she was photographing Metalica was an upcoming cover of Rolling Stone.
"All right. This is all shit." Denise groaned looking at them sitting on black stones.
"Don't hold back on us now, Den." Lars chuckled. She gave him a look.
"Where the fuck is lighting?" She yelled. Denise settled down in a chair. James stared at her.
"Are you all right?" He asked. She nodded.
"Yes. I'm fine. I would just like to have this photo shoot go well." Denise said, "It's very frustrating." James stared at her. She was covered in sweat and very pale.
"I think we should take you to the hospital." he said.
"No. Just...Go...Sit." She groaned wobbling on the chair. James grabbed her arm before she fell off.
"Call an ambulance." He yelled. Denise stared at him as everything went dark.
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The sounds of beeping machines were all Denise could hear. She groaned slightly and opened her eyes. Kenny was staring at her.
"Denise?" He said pushing her hair off of her forehead. Her eyes focused in everything around her.
"What am I doing here?" She mumbled.
"You passed out at work." Kenny told her.
"Why?" Denise said sitting up slightly.
"Dr. White said your blood pressure was elevated." Kenny said, "He thinks it'd be good for you to cut back on your hours at work."
"That's ridiculous." Denise said, "I won't cut back on my hours. How hard can it be to take frigging pictures?"
"D, calm down. it's not good for your blood pressure." he said.
"Fuck my blood pressure." She snapped, "I want to work."
"Denise, if your blood pressure gets too high you could look the baby." Kenny said. Denise stopped complaining and looked at him.
"Really?" She asked. Kenny nodded.
"You've already had a hard time with this pregnancy." Kenny said, "don't let it get any worse." Denise sighed softly.
"Can I still take pictures of like flowers and sunsets?" She asked.
"You can even take pictures of Marisa." he said. Denise chuckled softly.
"Marisa has been my best subject." She said.
"And now Mason or Madelyn will be you're next great subject." Kenny said. Denise smiled. She was so excited for the birth of this baby. She was excited to see if it was a boy or a girl, but she was more excited to just have her child happy and healthy in her arms.
March 21st, 2004
Week 20
Denise stared at Marisa as she played on the floor with her giant legos. She was amazed that she was going to get another one.
"Denise, you here?" Amanda opened the front door up.
"Yeah." She chuckled. Amanda walked in with Whitney on her hip. "Hey there squirt." Whitney cooed softly as Amanda put her down. She crawled over to Marisa and picked up her legos, "Don't let her eat those."
"Why?" Marisa asked.
"Because I told you to." Denise laughed. "So, what do you want?"
"I wanted to check on you and the baby." Amanda said.
"We're fine." Denise said.
"I know, but Preston was going on and on about you last night and I vowed I'd come over and help you out it you needed it." Amanda said, "So...I'm here." Denise chuckled softly.
"Don't want to pull your arm or anything." She said.
"I'm here on my own free will." Amanda said, "Can I get you anything." Denise groaned with happiness.
"Actually, There some mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer that sounds very good." She said. Amanda smiled.
"I'll get it." She said going into the kitchen. Denise smiled with happiness. She had been craving that ice cream.
"Wook." Marisa handed Whitney a large Lego, "Put it here." She showed the baby how to stack legos. Denise chuckled softly. if she only had her camera on her now.
"Pres and I was thinking about having another baby, but after seeing you like this...I don't know if I want to do it again so soon." Amanda said walking back in with the ice cream.
"You can have Marisa." Denise chuckled taking the ice-cream bowl.
"I'd be tempted." She said, "She's a sweet child."
"When you see her she's sweet, but most of the time she's a devil." Denise said as she began to eat her ice cream, "A devil I love more than life its self."
"it's amazing how they do that, huh?" Amanda smiled. Denise nodded.
"I can't believe it myself." She said, "And now we're going to have another one. I was scared at first to have this one, but now...God, Amanda, I'm so excited." Amanda smiled settling on the couch.
"I'm glad." She said.
"Be glad your pregnancy with Whitney wasn't has hard as Marisa's and this ones." Denise said, "I don't know what my problem is."
"Was it this bad with Marisa too?" Amanda asked.
"God, yes. My blood pressure kept on sky rocketing. They were afraid Marisa was going to die...Me too." Denise sighed. "That's why I need to be careful with this one."
"Well, you better be." Amanda said. "I wouldn't know what to do without the two of you." Denise smiled softly.
"Thanks." She said softly. It really meant a lot to her knowing Amanda and Preston were behind her and would help her out with anything. That was a big stress reliever and that was something very important Denise had to have.
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