A/N: One review told me to slow down a bit so I'll try. Anyways part of this chapter is a little slashy so yeah. I'm gonna change the rating in the end.

Chapter Four: Second Thoughts

The next day Bee woke up alone. There was a note on the pillow next to her. It read:

Dearest Bee,

I'm sorry I have to leave now, something's come up and the captains have called an emergency practice. I'll try and come back as soon as possible.

Love you always and forever,

Eric

'I hope things will be different when the babies arrived,' Bee thought. 'I hope that Eric realizes that things will be much different at home, that he'll be needed more often.'

Bridget climbed out of bed and put on her slippers and robe. She was hoping to spend the day with Eric, since they have been spending much time together. Ah well everything will be different soon. Bridget walked downstairs and made herself a cup of hot tea, Earl Grey (her favorite). The doctors told her that she could have coffee because it's bad for the babies. She sat down on the couch in the living room and just stared out into space letting her thoughts run wild.

'Why is Eric always away? He never used to do that.'

'Why didn't I travel the world before I settled down? That's what I always planned to do.'

'Do you think it's right for me to have kids this early? I mean I'm only 22.'

'Eric and I should have gotten married early. Why are we procrastinating?'

'Is this what I truly want?'

'Am I ready to commit myself to being a full time mother to two kids?'

"Ugh," she said to herself suddenly. She didn't know how long she let her thoughts wander. "What's getting to me? Why am I so doubtful? This is what I want isn't it? To be with the man I love and having his kids, right?"

Bee grabbed the black portable phone next to the couch and dialed Eric's cell phone. One ring…two rings…three rings…then:

"Hey honey," said Eric sounding out of breath. "Something wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied asking herself why she called him. "Just checking up with you."

"Oh," replied Eric. "Well the coaches are letting us have a five minute breather. We've been working our butts off all morning."

"Yeah," she replied and paused. "Eric, I've been thinking. I…no my thoughts are stupid, never mind."

"Ok," replied Eric though he was still a little suspicious. "Hey, why don't you go and watch us. It'll be fun and plus you need the fresh air."

"Ok," replied Bee feeling a little better and thought, 'It's better than staying here all day.'

"I'll be right over," she replied.

"Ok, see ya soon," he said.

"Bye honey."

"Bye."

Bee hit the end button and put the phone aside. Sighing she got up and headed upstairs. She went to her closet and pulled on a pair of jeans and her black sweater. She slowly walked downstairs taking it easy. She grabbed a jacket and was heading toward the door when she turned back to the kitchen. It was really cool this morning for some reason. She quickly made a cup of coffee for Eric.

'He'll need it,' she thought.

Then Bee headed out the door and got into her car, a small black BMW. Bee knew that it was only a fifteen-minute walk to the field, but she didn't really feel like walking in the cool. It was partially cloudy and the morning dew was still on the grass along with some dead leaves. The leaves were turning all different colors: red, orange, yellow; Bee and Eric had a tree in there front yard an already a lot have leaves had fallen. She'd have to get Jeff, the fifteen-year-old boy that lived across the street to rake it up. He was Bee's favorite out of all the neighbors' kids because he reminded her most about herself.

The drive only took two minutes. Bee was so spaced out that she nearly ran into the car in front of her.

'Just stop thinking and concentrate on the road,' she thought. 'Or else you'll get yourself killed.'

Bee got out and walked to the bleachers. She waved to Eric, who was playing on the field and greeted her with a smile. Then she sat with the other wives and their kids who decided to show up. A woman in her late thirties was sitting next to her.

She asked, "You're the young Eric's wife aren't you? You're young though aren't you? You can't be more than 25."

Bee turned and replied, "No, we're engaged. Yeah I just turned 23 in earlier this month."

"I'm Tracy by the way," the lady said holding out a hand.

"Bee," she replied back shaking her hand.

"That's my husband Jay playing goalie over there," she nodded to a man standing in goal where a red and black stripped shirt.

They pause and watched as the men scrimmaged.

"So you're expecting," said Tracy pointing to Bee's stomach. "How far are you?"

"Um…five months," replied Bee and set her hands on her stomach feeling her kids starting to kick her again.

"Yeah I remember those days," Tracy said staring out into space. "Those are my sons over there."

Tracy pointed to two small boys playing around in the bleachers a couple yards away.

"The first year is the hardest, but don't worry it won't get much harder after that," she said turning back to Bee.

"Thanks, except I'm expecting twins," said Bee. "Things are gonna become hectic quite soon."

"I can bet," Tracy said. "But you're lucky to be so young and happy."

"Yeah," replied Bee. "I know."

"'K boys bring it in," called the coach a man in his late forties and growing bald and all the men gathered. "Great job today. You really worked hard. Get some water and hit the showers. We'll be ready for our next game."

The men scattered collecting their stuff and heading toward the locker room.

"Hey," said Bee as she kissed Eric and handed him the cup of coffee.

"Hey," he replied and took a gulp of the coffee. He was carrying his sports bag and was sweating. Then he bent over and kissed her stomach two times. "Daddy loves you."

"Eric," she said laughing.

"What, I can't express my love for my soon to be wife and children?" he replied with a boyish grin on his face.

"Sometimes you just act so plain silly," she said. "I hope our children will have more sense than you do."

"Oh come on Bee," he said wrapping an arm around her waist. "I thought you liked my humor."

"See you later Bee," called Tracy as she waved and her husband and kids headed to their car.

"Bye," called Bee waving back and turning to Eric. "She's nice, Tracy."

"Yeah replied Eric and then he saw it, the look of worry in his fiancée's eyes.

"Eric we need to talk," she said seriously.

"What is it?" he replied concerned. "Is there something wrong with the babies?"

"No," she replied and slowly. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?" he asked but careful not to push that much.

"Eric…" she started. "I was thinking…maybe we're rushing. I mean I'm 23 years old and pregnant. Things have been so quick."

"Hold on," said Eric and the stopped walking. "You don't want to have kids yet?"

"No that's not it," she replied. "Eric I don't know what it is…I guess I'm just having second thoughts about things. It's nothing. I'm getting a little stressed I guess."

"No tell me. Like what?" he said still concerned.

"Like, I thought we were going to get married and travel before we have kids," she replied tears coming to her eyes. "Eric, I guess things didn't come as I expected."

"But you're happy right?" Eric asked.

"I am, at least I think I am."

"Well, I love you and I'll help you in anyway I can. If you want to go traveling after the babies are born ok, we can do it. And I promise that will get married before the kids arrive."

"Ok," she said. "Thanks Eric for understanding."

"Bee," he said. "I would do anything for you."

He gave her a hug despite that he was sweating. Bee felt much better. At least Eric understood and was willing to help her in any way he could.

"Come on," he said wrapping and arm around her waist again and leading her to his car not bothering to go to the locker room. "I'll take a shower at home and cook dinner for you. Just relax. The doctor told you not to get stressed. Everything will be all right."

"Hold on I drove my car here," she said pointing to the BMW. "What should I do about it?"

"Don't worry," he replied. "I'll run to walk to the field tomorrow for practice and I'll drive it home."

"Ok and for dinner, you promise it won't be PB&J sandwiches this time?" she teased him knowing how bad his cooking is and poked him in the side.

"What you don't like my world famous PB&J sandwiches," he said and frowned joking. "I'm insulted."

"Ok fine," she said laughing. "But when we have the kids I don't think we should have junk-food nights anymore."

"But those are my favorite dinners," complained Eric jokingly

They got in the car and drove home. Bee sat on the couch and read a sports magazine while Eric took a shower and prepared dinner. He came down in his pajamas, an old t-shirt and his boxers.

"Voliá," Eric said as he brought over spaghetti and meatballs. Eric lit white candles on the table. "Dinner is served."

During dinner Bee and Eric talked about highlights in the scrimmage. After Bee brought up their honeymoon and they came up with possibilities of where to go.

"I was thinking travel all over Europe," Bee said. "It's so pretty over there."

"Yeah, I'm only concerned about you,' he said. "What if you had the babies over there when we're on our honeymoon?"

"Then will go afterward and take them with us," said Bee.

Eric got up and quickly rinse the plates and put them in the dishwasher. Then he walked up to Bee and picked her up and carried her upstairs to their bedroom laying her down on the bed.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked Eric seductively.

"This," he said and brought his lips to hers.

"Mmhhhh," she replied and they kiss passionately.

Eric drew his lips back and his eyes ask permission to continue. Bridget nodded. She was feeling well enough. That night the made love. Bee knew that Eric needed it especially after spending many long nights in hotels hundreds of miles away. He was careful with her, as if he were rough with her she would break.

"Don't worry about me," she said. "I'll be okay. Just enjoy yourself."

After that Eric relax a little and became a little rougher. In the end Bee rested her blond head against Eric's chest.

"I love you, Eric," she said sighing and closed her eyes.

"I love you, too, Bumble-bee," he replied and they lay there together sleeping and smiling peacefully hoping that tomorrow would never come.

A/N: Yeah I know very strong T almost M. I'll get to the lemon later. Anyways please review.