Wiggling out of her current position and letting Cassidy rest on the giant bed in their master bedroom, Gabriella waddled over to the window and peered out. It had been three weeks since her procedure and with a doctor's appointment every week, she was a bit worn out but happy that Megan had stayed put. That procedure was definitely not one she wanted to go through ever again. Laying her hand gently on her stomach, she smiled lovingly, knowing that her baby would be just fine. At least that's what the last ultrasound said yesterday.
"Who said you could move?" Troy asked as Gabriella spun around and watched him bring in a tray full of lunch and snacks that were most likely intended for her to eat and not Cassidy.
"I'm pregnant. Pregnant women have to pee a lot. Hence, I have to move."
"But you haven't drunk any of those glasses," he smartly pointed out.
"You're not helping your case of wanting seven more children you know," Gabriella poked her tongue out and shuffled over to the bathroom.
Troy chuckled and laughed as he set the tray on the edge of the bed and let his hand run over Cassidy's small sleeping face. She stirred for a moment and Troy turned his head to face Gabriella, who was now pouting. "What's with the lip?"
"There are three days until Christmas," she stated matter of factly.
"Yes, thank you Dr. Bolton."
"We haven't made cookies yet."
"Is that your way of volunteering me to make them? You know how badly of a suggestion that is? I mean, you do remember what happened last time I attempted to make anything that wasn't meat, right?"
"But we always make them, Troy and just think of how upset Cassidy would be if we didn't."
"Fine, fine. But just so you know if you pour flour on me again this year, I'm getting you back."
Gabriella had to fight to stop jumping up and down in one place as she caught hold of Troy's hands and kissed him. "I love you and hate Evan."