"Ok, Phil! We have three things to do today: 1) Christmas Shopping for parents and grandparents. 2) Sign up for Parenting/Childbirth classes. 3) Pick a name for our little girl." Keely said, smiling at the lastthing on the list, thenpresenting Phil with a sticky note.
"Keels, do we really have to get all of this done today? Don't we have until December 24th to get the shopping done? And aren't you due in April? On the 20th? Which is near the end?" Phil told her, counting his questions on his fingers and drawing out his words.
"Ok, Mister. I get your point." Keely snapped back at him, then crumbled onto the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands.
"Geez! Pregnant women sure do get hormonal!" Phil mumbled under his breath as he went over to sit on the edge of the bed next to Keely.
"Phil," Keely groaned, "Phil, now I'm crying. I'm not even mad at you, and I'm not even in a bad mood. Phil…" Keely trailed off, mumbling illiterately and sighing, eyes watering.
"Keely, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. Come on, stop crying," Phil said apologetically as he wrapped his arms around Keely and pulled her close.
Keely sat quietly on the bed in his arms, slowly recovering, then pulled away a few minutes later. "Phew!" she said, blowing out a long breath. "Here we go! Ok, I'm all better now. See! I'm happy now!" She said to Phil.
It wasn't until she broke out into a smile that he totally believed her. "Now, Shake a leg Hun! The door busters started an hour ago!" Phil said as he pushed her towards the bathroom.
By around three that afternoon, both Phil and Keely had exhausted all the local stores. Loaded down with bags, they staggered to the car. Keely groaned as Phil swayed a bit, and then managed to pull the keys out of his pocket. She moaned as he tried desperately to unlock the door, and she let out a gasp of relief when the door to the trunk opened and they were able to pile their bags inside. She leaned against the door and Phil took a running start and slammed it, then it closed.
Just as Keely was walking around to get in the car, Phil shot past her and opened the door, bowing a little in the process. "Why, thank you my good man!" Keely exclaimed, delighted at Phil's kind gesture, before lowering herself into the seat and pulling her legs in, allowing Phil to close the door.
Phil and Keely were en-route home when Keely tipped her seat back so it was reclined and turned on her side in it so she was facing Phil. She sighed contently, closed her eyes and yawned, then drifted off to sleep. "Keels, you tired?" Phil asked her, patting her leg. "Yeah," she mumbled back, "but I'm not supposed to be, I mean, the doctor said I should be becoming more active lately."
"Well, don't worry about it," he said. "You don't shop until you drop everyday!"
"Ha-ha, Phil" Keely said back. Then, her stomach growled a long, low growl.
"I see you're hungry too!" Phil exclaimed. "Let's see, you're one, tired, and two, hungry. Sounds like a perfect excuse for me to fix dinner!"
By this time, they were in the driveway, and Phil had just cut the ignition off. "No, Phil, I'll perk back up in a minute, don't worry about dinner!" Keely told him, returning her seat back up and unbuckling.
But, upon his insisting, Keely gave in and agreed to let Phil fix dinner. He gave her a quick smooch, sent her off to their bedroom for a nap, then rubbed his hands together excitedly and head off to the kitchen.
"Well, Phil! I must say I'm very impressed with you! Dinner was extraordinary," Keely complimented as she gave Phil a light-hearted pat on the back.
"There's dessert too, so don't go too far!" Phil responded as he grabbed her hand and helped her stand, then stood up himself.
Keely called over her shoulder to him, "Oh, I won't- I was just going to sign us up for parenting classes at the Pickford Community Center over in the community district."
A few minutes later, she hollered down the hall and into the kitchen, where Phil was, "Hey, do we have anything to do Tuesdays in January from 6:30 to 8 pm?" After checking the calendar, Phil replied with a "Nope, sign us up!"
Ten clicks and refreshes later, Keely was finished and they were signed up.
Dessert was a bowl of ice cream for each of them—Phil's saying "Phil" in chocolate syrup and Keely's saying, well, "Keely". Phil was very proud he had done the chocolate syrup himself.
The dinner plates had been cleared long ago. Phil and Keely were sitting at the table, each holding a list full of names, trying to narrow it down to just one. However, the lists were still long, each consisting of about twelve names.
"How do you like the name Deanna?" Phil said, pausing with his red pen on the paper.
"Um…. Not my favorite; sounds a little to 'country cowgirl' when you say Deanna Diffy!" Keely said, laughing at her own joke.
"Ok." Phil said, drawing a neat red line through the name. "How about Samantha?"
Keely replied almost instantly, "That's pretty! KEEP IT!"
"Ok." Phil said, putting a star next to that one. "How about Lorelai?"
"No. That won't do because every time someone hears her name their brain will scream "Gilmore Girls!" which will make them think we're some crazy maniac people that are obsessed with the show." Keely explained, then crossed her arms across her chest and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Phil said, marking another line on his sheet. He continued to scan the names, marking off any that pertained to TV shows or actresses or anything like that.
A few minutes later, he said to Keely, "How 'bout we call it a night? It's after eleven and you have to be at work pretty early tomorrow morning. How's that sound?" When he finally looked up, Keely's head was down on the table and she was sleeping lightly.
Sorry it took so incredibly long—I just haven't even been able to sit back and breathe for the last few weeks! Ahh! And I have a big ballet coming up next weekend, yes, I'm a dancer, so that'll probably take up some of my free time :( I'll try to write, write, write!
Reviews would be appreciated… they make me feel so much better :)!