Jealously…
She crossed her arms and sighed, leaning against the refrigerator.
Mitchie and Shane cooed over tiny little Matthew, who sat gurgling in his swinging plastic baby chair that hung about two feet off the floor. They'd never looked happier.
Elora and Jason lay curled up in the small arm chair. Jason's hand rubbed her swollen stomach while they discussed baby names in hushed voices. Elora was positively glowing.
Jealously overwhelmed her.
Caitlyn swallowed hard and wrapped her arms around her flat stomach. She glanced down at it, sighed, then wandered to her room.
Nate was watching TV on the bed when she came in. He smiled at her. "You okay?" he asked as she slid into his lap and curled against him. He rubbed her back.
"Yeah," Caitlyn nodded. "Fine." Her voice sounded small and weak.
Nate pulled back slightly and looked her in the eye. "You sure?" he asked.
"Fine!"
Nate stared at her, hurt, before sighing and pulling her close again.
Caitlyn's Diary…
Today, Matthew decided he wanted to store up all his mashed carrots and spit them back at Shane, who was feeding him, at dinner. Shane was, unfortunately, wearing a white dry-clean only shirt. It was very funny. I started laughing and almost spit my mashed potatoes at Nate.
Elora was sleeping most of the day today. Her time is coming and she's exhausted…and huge. She had an ultrasound the other day and found out her child's a girl. She and Jason are throwing back and forth different names. It drives us all crazy.
It's really not fair. I mean, yeah it's so much work, but Mitchie, Elora and the guys look so happy. I guess I'm jealous. What stinks is that…well, I don't think Nate even wants kids…
Life Sucks…
Nate dropped the book like it had burned him. He stared at the open book like it was a bomb about to go off, then the next second he was tearing out of the room.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
He was usually the man he turned to for advice. Shane always knew…at least, in Nate's opinion.
SLAM! He rammed right into Shane, sending them both toppling.
"Nate!? What the heck-"
"WOULD YOU PEOPLE SHUT UP?!" Jason called from the other end of the house. "Elora is trying to sleep!"
"Sorry," they called back in loud whispers. Thank goodness their wives, and Matthew, were out grocery shopping.
"Shane, outside, help me, please!" Nate whispered.
He pulled him outside and quickly explained. Shane's jaw dropped.
"You read her diary?" he hissed.
Nate rolled his eyes. "Is that the problem? NO! The problem is that Caitlyn…Caitlyn…She…wants…oh help me," he moaned, slumping against the wall.
Shane rolled his eyes next. "What can I do?"
"Kill me," Nate mumbled, his face buried in his hands.
EH writers block sucks soooo bad. Oh well. I updated, at least. Hope you enjoyed this little part. And trust me, it'll get GOOD