A week later
Ruthie woke up and pat her huge stomach, and looked over on Martin's side of the bed, and he was gone. She shrugged and got out of bed. She got out of bed changed into pink sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a white camisole under it. She put on a brown eyeliner and pink lip-gloss, and pulled her curly hair into a low ponytail, and straightened her bangs. She smiled, pleased, and went into the small kitchen area. She put a cinnamon roll that her mom made in the microwave, and then sat down at their small table, and began to eat it. Martin ran into the apartment, smiling.
"Morning babe." He said, kissing her.
"Morning. Where were you?"
"I'll tell you in a minute. Oh that looks good!" he said, pointing to her cinnamon roll.
"There's another one. I saved it for you."
"Thanks." He said, kissing her cheek, and putting the cinnamon roll on plate. "How's the baby?" he asked, as he poured himself a glass of milk.
"She's great." She said, as Martin sat down. "I'm due next week!" she said excitedly.
"I can't wait."
"Me either! So, where were you?"
He took a set of keys out of his pocket and put them on the table.
"Um…ok…" she said, confused.
"Remember that house we looked at a few months ago? That nice one down the street?"
"Yeah…"
Martin just smiled. Ruthie gasped. "We…got it?" she asked happily.
"It's ours babe!" he said, hugging her.
"Oh my gosh! This is GREAT!" she said. "We should move in this weekend…I'm not due till the end of next week."
"I'm going to ask Kevin, my dad, and your dad to help. Maybe Matt will come home and help."
"Well since I'm due next week, he's coming home…like tomorrow I think. He wants to be here when his niece is born."
"Well, we can all start moving things…you and Luce can box stuff up maybe…and mom, Sam, and David can hang out with of Lucy's kids."
"That works for me! Let's start now!" she said, and Martin went into the garage, grabbing a pile of boxes. Ruthie started to box up a bunch of little knick-knacks and the majority of their clothes. She figured they'd better keep a few just in case they couldn't move till later in the week. Martin and Kevin loaded the heavier furniture into Kevin's truck, and took them over to the house. After about 10 hours of doing that, it was nine o'clock at night. Everything was at the new house, except for their bed, a little bit of clothes, bathroom stuff, and everything for the baby's room (like furniture, clothes…) They decided they would finish moving the next day, when the whole family would be home, and they could all unpack. Everyone departed their separate ways, each going to their own homes. Martin and Ruthie got into their apartment, and sighed as they laid on the bed.
"That was a long day." Martin said.
"I know." She said, tiredly.
"You ok?"
"Yeah…I don't think I should've been on my feet that long. I'm not feeling well."
"I'm sorry babe. Want me to get you anything?"
"No…that's ok. let's just go to bed." She said. They changed into their clothes, and crawled under the covers.
Ruthie woke up a few hours later, still not feeling well. The Tylenol she took a few hours earlier wasn't helping at all. All of the sudden, she felt a terrible, sharp pain through her stomach and she winced.
"Oh no…" she said quietly.
"Martin...i'm still not feeling well."
"Oh I'm sorry dear." He said tiredly as he rolled over and went back to sleep.
"Honey…I think the baby's coming."
"Oh that's nice." He said. It was silent for a moment and then he shot up. "NOW!"
"Yes now!" she said.
"But, we're not moved in yet!"
"I don't think the baby cares. She wants out and she wants out NOW!"
"WHOO! It's about time!" he said, kissing her. "We have to go! Let's get to the hospital!" he said, helping Ruthie out of bed, and he grabbed her hospital bag, and got her to the car. On the way there, he called their families.
"Hello?" Eric answered tiredly.
"Hey dad. Sorry to wake you."
"Martin? What do you want?" he paused, realizing what he said. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong…what's up?"
"Ruthie's in labor. We're on our way to the hospital."
"Oh gosh…ok. we're coming!" Eric hung up.
"How you doing babe?" Martin asked Ruthie.
"How do you think I'm doing? I'm in labor! How am I SUPPOSED to be doing?"
"Never mind." He said, opening his phone and dialing Kevin and Lucy's phone number.
"Hello?" Savannah
answered.
"Hi honey! What are you doing up?"
"Uncle
Martin?"
"Yeah it's me. Listen, can I talk to your mommy or daddy for a second?"
"Sure." It was silent for a second.
"Hello?"
"Luce! Ruthie's having the baby!"
"NOW!"
"Yes now!"
"We're on our way! Thank God Kevin's mom is in town…"
"When'd she get there?"
"Right after we left your house. Now get to the hospital safe and we'll be there soon."
"Ok. Can you call my dad?"
"Sure I can. Good luck. Bye." Lucy hung up.
"Are we almost there!" Ruthie asked, breathing through another contraction.
"Yeah, just hang in there."
"Ok…when you're pregnant and have to give birth…then you can tell me to hang in there."
"Okay…" he said, as he pulled into the hospital parking lot.
The contraction ended just as he stopped the car.
"How far apart are they?"
"About ten minutes…maybe nine."
"Well, then lets get you in there. You ready?"
"Yeah. Let's do this." She said, kissing her husband
AN- yay the baby's coming! And they got a house! YAY! I'm skipping all the medical crap ((I know NOTHING about having babies and I don't feel like researching…wont have kids for another 10 years or so lol…only 15!)) I'm just gonna put when baby Brewer arrives…so PLEASE review! I'll add later tonight maybe…wont leave you hanging too long!
