We are having dinner with ma, and she said that she had something for us. This ought to be good. The last time she said she had something for us it was a breast pump. When she gave this to Fi her face turned bright red. She is eight months pregnant tomorrow, and she is swollen almost every where, yet she is still insisting on doing jobs.
So I am helping her get into the car, "Michael get your hands off of me. I don't need help getting into a freaking car! I swear you're acting like I'm dying!" she complained. She does the same thing whith the stairs, but she can't see her feet and that makes me nervous.
When we got to ma's house I didn't help her out of the car much to satisfaction, but it took twice as long for her to. "You see Michael, I can get in and out of the car by myself." she said with a smile on her face. She then walked over to me and supported most of her weight on me.
We walked inside and ma was in there smoking. Nothing out of the norm. Fi took a seat in the closest chair. I know that she will never admit this, but she is getting really uncomfortable. I feel bad for her, but I know that I'm doing all that I can, so I try not to let it get to me.
"So what do you have for us ma?" I asked her. I'm trying not to be mean but we have to get some information for a client.
"Why don't you two go look a the garage. I think you'll like what you see." she said with a smile. I took Fi's hand as she got up and we walked in there. She was right I liked what I saw.
It's the rocking chair that ma used for both Nate and I. "It's great ma." I said giving her a hug. She had it painted yellow to go with the crib that Fi got.
"It'll go perfectly with the crib! Oh it's so cute!" Fiona mused walking over to it and looking it over, most likely trying to think of a way to make it bullet resistant. Only Fi….
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