Author's Note: I don't really like this one but I wanted to update so. Suze comes off as kind of whiny in this one while Jesse comes off as over protective. Sorry if they're a little out of character.

V-Day

TWO MONTHS! Two incredibly miserable months of morning sickness! It is now halfway through February. Two months ago I discovered I was pregnant. I am now at the I-hate-my-husband-for-treating-me-like-glass-stage. It was sweet to a certain point.

Jesse's over-protectiveness got old pretty fast. Probably about the time he started getting after me for eating hot dogs. HOT DOGS! Because they are too unhealthy! HE also does not let me clean around the house! No dishes, No making beds, and no sweeping! Not that I even like doing those things but it would be nice to have the option. He seems to be forgetting that even in the nineteenth century women did those things when they were more pregnant than I am. I know he's just concerned about me and respects me but still! I should be allowed to do something. He's even been threatening to not let me go to CeeCee's Valentine's Day party.

I don't care what he says. He is not my father. He is my husband! They may have made their wives obey them when he was alive the first time but this is the twenty-first century. I won't drink at it but I will go to CeeCee's party. If he doesn't like it then tough. I think I need a hot dog….

I was in a better mood the next day. Jesse was at school before me. Yay! I can have doughnuts! He won't let me have any junk food. He is taking this doctor thing way too seriously. I was eating my fifth donut (chocolate glaze!) when Jesse walked in on me.

"Susannah…" he said slowly.

"Jesses…" I replied in mocking tones. If he starts on me about how my "unhealthy" habits affect our baby. I will totally slap him. Or at least ignore him and continue eating.

"You know you shouldn't be…"

"I DON'T CARE! Believe it or not, the baby will not die because I eat a few donuts that I am CRAVING!" I then took two more donuts and walked out the door.

Jesse will probably lecture me when I get home, but, whatever. I saw CeeCee at the Coffee Clutch and went in.

"Are you coming to my party or not? Jesse said you wouldn't, but last time I checked you said you would," she asked me as I sat down.

"I'm coming. Jesse's just being over protective. He needs to get over this whole women-are-delicate-mindless-flowers-that-don't-know-how-to-protect-themselves-complex he seems to have," I ranted at her.

"Well considering the century he was born in, he has made some progress. Though the trying to control where you go is a bit much. You're going to have to confront him about it."

"Probably tonight since I snapped at him before I left. I guess I'll see you at your party on Saturday. I have the day off but I need to see a doctor that actually has a license in this sort of thing." I said goodbye and started to go to my appointment. Jesse didn't know about it even though he's been nagging me about going to a doctor. Yes, I know about going to a doctor. Yes, I know that I'm being spiteful.

I got done with my appointment and I was given a PROPER eating and drinking guidelines. I am still allowed junk food! Yay! I'm also still allowed to be active too so Jesse can just relax. I even bought a pre-natal kickboxing tape.

Jesse wasn't home when I got there. He didn't get home until after I was asleep so we didn't get a chance to talk. I did leave those guidelines and everything where he would find them.

The next morning I rolled over to see Jesse watching me. For a moment I forgot I was pregnant and smiled at him. I then cuddled up close to him and stuck my face in his chest and inhaled. BAD IDEA! He already had on aftershave. Needless to say the toilet was very attractive after that.

Jesse came up behind me and pulled my hair out of my face. I realized that it was Friday. (AN: This has nothing to do with the story but it occurred to me that I had made it Friday the thirteenth in this story.)

Jesse didn't have school and I graduated last semester (ignore my lack of time skill. She graduated early because she did a summer semester) so now I work as a kindergarten teacher at the mission. (Woo hoo!) My grade level was off today. Anyway Jesse sat behind me stroking my back and muttering at me in Spanish. After I was done I was so tired that I brushed my teeth then curled up on the floor. I hear Jesse sigh and I felt his muscular arms pick me up and deposit me in bed. I noticed that he washed off the aftershave. My resentment for the way he had been treating me left for a while. He crawled in bed behind me and I leaned back against him.

We stayed like that until noon and our stomachs growled. Jesse got up and brought us some sandwiches and a couple of apples. I groaned. I was craving potato chips. He looked at me as if daring me to say something. I didn't. It wasn't worth it. I did ignore him for the rest of the day. The next day was Valentine's Day and the day of CeeCee's party Jesse was working a morning shift at the museum so he wasn't there as I got ready. He walked in on me as I was getting ready to leave.

"Where are you going Querida?" he asked me. He knew exactly where I was going but he was going to make me say it.

"I'm going to CeeCee's party, "I told him haughtily."

"I thought that we decided you weren't going to that party."

"No. YOU said I wasn't. I said I was. You need to relax a little bit you know."

"I do not need to relax! You need to stop being so careless! You are pregnant you know!"

"Considering that I am sick almost every single morning I do know that. The doctor I saw yesterday gave me guidelines that say I CAN have some junk food and I CAN be active." That surprised him. I swear he is blind to not have seen those things on this counter. I was the same with the pregnancy test.

"I didn't know you went to a doctor," he said.

"Yeah, I did. You are really being over-protective." I told him. He looked as if something was dawning on him. He sighed and looked at me. He pulled some chocolate from his bag and gave it to me.

"Let me get dressed and I'll drive you. We can get some hotdogs on our way."