Jamie's pov
The romantic getaway I got to have with my Maria had been amazing; but it had ended three days ago, and we have both since returned to our house, jobs and parenthood. And we loved every second of both our jobs. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of someone puking; and by now I had long learned how to tell if it was Reese or Maria.
Quickly realizing my wife was the one who was sick, I bolted upstairs to our bathroom and quickly braided her hair; so it would not be an inconvenience as she puked. Worriedly rubbing her shoulders, I asked
"Baby, you feeling ok?"
She shrugged
"Under the weather maybe? Expired food...?"
Another possibility came to my mind, the memories of the getaway still fresh; and I asked
"Are you sure you couldn't be..."
My voice trailed off, but the sentence did not need to be completed; she knew I was contemplating the possibility of her being pregnant. She looked up at me
"I dunno...We could go buy pregnancy tests."
A few minutes later we were anxiously awaiting the results; and at long last; they were shown; allowing us to be sure we were going to be parents once more. I was so happy and excited; kissing lovingly and tenderly to celebrate. After a while, hand instinctively resting on her abdomen; Maria mused
"A second baby... I'm so excited! Hopefully this one will be behaved..."
Though he was not disobedient, our son had an endless reputation for mischief; and, though we teased him for it, all in good nature, of course; we loved him and would not have him any other way. I laughed
"Reese isn't too bad behavior wise."
She smirked, her teasing clearly headed in my direction
"When he was a baby he was a bit too much like you."
Though I knew what direction this conversation was most likely headed in, I pouted playfully and asked
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
Just as I had expected, her smirk grew more mischievous as she clarified
"He ate everything in sight!"
I chuckled a bit at the memory, then she went on
"Lucky for me, he stuck to food. Unluckily for your mom; you did not stop there."
Though I knew she was just lovingly and playfully pulling my leg, I felt the need to defend myself; playfully stating
"Her jewels were yummy!"
Continuing her mission of teasing me, my lovely wife pressed on; smiling at my reactions while I was trying to defend my younger self
"And what about when you took the phrase 'Put your money where your mouth is' to the literal sense?"
I shrugged
"Her coins were yummy too."
That statement was followed by my charming boyish grin that I knew made her weak to the knees; making her roll her eyes playfully and declare
"You're impossible, Jameson Reagan."
I smiled cheekily
"I know."
She grinned
"I love you"
My reply to her was to playfully give the same response I had before, simply replying
"I know."
Then I quit playing around and smiled, bringing her close
"Kidding, kidding. I love you too."
I then placed a hand on her belly, where I knew our baby was just chilling until it was time to meet us and spoke, not above a whisper
"And I love you too."