A VERY NESS CHRISTMAS. II.
Jess was waiting in the bathroom. For how long she'd had to wait? She was so impatient. She had never longed for news like those...and she didn't know if those were good or bad things. CeCe had gone through that before, but she was in some kind of perv/friends with benefits relationship by then, so it didn't count. Three months full of Nick and Jess spreading their love (mostly in bed) and now she was standing in front of the toilet, trying to menstruate. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon" she began to shake her belly with ridiculous moves, and with her fist, punched herself. "Ah!" she shouted. "Shiii...s! Where are you?!" she asked to herself. "What are you doing?" she jumped at the voice of her boyfriend. Nick was laying on the door frame, with his arms' closed. He had that cute smile on him, so he didn't know what was going on. "I...em...just...Trying...to get...er...inspiration" he furrowed his eyesbrows. "You're trying to get inspiration?" he asked surprised. She nodded. "To...relax yourself in the..." she nodded again. He left the bathroom. Breathing with relief, well, not much, Jess closed the door. "Merry Christmas Nick. I'm having your baby!"
Jess headed to the kitchen. "Hey guys, do you think this fits?". "Winston, what are you doing curled up with those Christmas lights?" he was standing on his feet, in front of the long queue of windows in front of the sofa, really quiet. "I just thought that maybe the tree could be here, you know? Do the lights fit or not?" Schmidt got out of his bedroom, but when he saw Winston, he returned to it. "Seriously?!" Winston tried to unroll himself of the messy wire-cables, but he was so into them that he gave up. "I'm leaving" with a bunch of glossy and shining lights around his body, Winston took the keys and left the appartment. "Mmmh, mmhh,..." Nick was sitting on the table having his breakfast. His beer was being held by his hand while his mouth moved with exaggerated moves. "Jess, are you humming "You're Having My Baby"?". "Em, what? I am not humming." she replied. He looked quite confused, so he stood up. He had a slight idea that maybe, but just maybe, she was hiding something. He didn't want to know what though. "Yes, Jess, you're humming.". "I'm...talking to myself" she improvised. It was better than the truth, so she gave him her back and stepped away from the kitchen.
"Really? Is it interesting what you're telling to yourself?" he asked innocently. He could be so adorable, she thought, everytime that he wanted to know something. But he had always hated secrets, and his back proved it. And she didn't know if the truth was actually...true or not. "We should decorate our Christmas nest". "Now you're naming our appartment too?" a door opened and Schmidt stepped out of the room. "If this is a nest, I'm the mother bird" he smiled and that was all to piss them off. Like twins, Nick and Jess replied at the same time "Shut up Schmidt, you'd be the chicken!". Just as mature as Schmidt could be, he began to cry. "Oh come on. Stop acting Schmidt." and they both turned their backs to him just to began to hang the Christmas adornments. "Fine. Then do not go after me when everything you do crumbles down and this appartment ends up looking like a red brothel..." he left. Then he returned. "It's okay If you need help just..." Nick threw him a cushion.
"I came in like a Christmas ball, I never hit so hard in hol', all I wanted was to sing carols, all you ever..." Nick laughed and stopped her. "Jess, are you singing "Wrecking Ball" (Carol version)?" Jess nodded. He laughed even harder and she could feel that. Nick would never step away when he'd received the news...He would be a great father, he would be funny, and caring and... "Let's do this" he said. "Oh I thought that maybe we could hang on the front door, like in the movies, that kind of circular feather duster, you know?". "Mmh". "And maybe we could dress up Ferguson like a tiny Santa". "Mmh". "We could also put "All I Want For Christmas Is You" on repeat everyday as our appartment's soundtrack". "Mmh". "And maybe go check you and me if what I'm carrying it's a boy or it's a girl." she was staring at the wall on a chair, hanging the feather adornment on the walls, so she didn't see Nick falter. "Okay, take me" she inclined back, but it was too late when she found out no one was gonna hold her, and she fell noisily to the ground. "Guess who's Santa next Christmas!" she said to a faltered Nick.