It was a girl. Mark was going to be a father to a little baby girl. It was one of the happiest moments in his life besides the day he met Maureen. His mind raced with thoughts of his baby. It was true that he had been hoping that it would be a boy but the more he thought of it the more he realized the only reason he felt that way was because Maureen had been so sure the baby was a girl. He wasn't disappointed. Of course he wasn't. How could he be? All he wanted was for the baby to be healthy. It didn't matter that whether it was a boy or a girl but he had to admit that he had been quite surprised with Maureen who had guessed the sex of the baby and had been right. Then again, it was a 50/50 chance.
Days, weeks and months started to pass by and the nursery was slowly coming together. The walls were painted the lavender color that Maureen had picked out and one of the wall had beautiful little flowers and other cute little things painted on it. Courtesy of Maureen Johnson. She had been so bored one day and had thought the room lacked character. It really did complete the room once it had been finished.
During the eighth month of Maureen's pregnancy, her mother and father had stopped by to get the crib, dresser and changing table set up with the help from both Mark and Roger. It was suppose to be a surprise for Maureen when she returned from her day out with Mimi, whom was suppose to keep her away from the loft while the boys got everything set up. It was a long day for both girls but it had been well worth it once they came home to see that the nursery was completed. Maureen loved it and couldn't control her emotions and began crying, this still amazed Roger who was not used to Maureen being this way.
By the ninth month, Maureen started to get more and more nervous for her little girl's arrival as each day passed by. Not that she was scared to finally have her daughter in her arms but it was the though of squeezing her baby; that was the size of a watermelon out of an opening the size of a lemon, really scared the shit out of her. Mark and Mimi both tried to reassure her that it was going to be okay but then again, neither of them had given birth so how can they be so sure!
Maureen was sitting in a black leather recliner chair, leaning back as far as it would allow with her feet up. Her hands resting over her swollen belly. Her head tilted to one side as her eyes watched Mark, Mimi and Roger decorating the living room for the baby shower that was taking place in the next hour. She was excited to see all her friends and to receive gifts for her baby but then again, she just didn't want any visitors at all really. She was tired and nervous cause her due date was getting closer and closer.
Her thoughts of giving birth overwhelmed her, taking her attention away from her friends as they decorated. As her mind began to raze, it seemed her baby sensed her distress and began to kick. Snapping her mommy out of those thoughts. A smile spread across Maureen's lips as she moved her hands over the spot that was being kicked. She would never fully get used to the feeling but she would also never forget it. It was amazing. She was thankful that her daughter began to kick her because it led her to remember happier times, like when she first felt her baby kick. It freaked her out to say the least.
It was during her fourth month, she had been sitting in the exact same recliner chair only she had her feet up and she was sitting up facing the TV. On the couch to right sat Roger and Mimi who were cuddled up to one another with smiles lingering on their faces. It was almost making Maureen sick to just look at the happy couple. Mark was in the kitchen making popcorn for the group so they could start watching the movie they had just rented.
"Come on, Mark! Hurry it up!" Roger yelled to the ceiling, leaning his head back against the couch to get Mark's attention who was just a few feet behind the couch in the kitchen.
"Yeah. I'll have given birth by the time you get back!" Maureen teased, looking over to him before turning to Mimi. Both giggling.
"Alright, alright!" Mark called back from his place in the kitchen, turning his head to look at his friends. Shaking his head a bit before getting back to what he was doing.
As they all waited for Mark to finish, Maureen suddenly jumped and began to freak out. "Oh, my God!" She cried out, her hand moving instantly to her stomach.
"I said I was coming. Stop being so dramatic." Mark rolled his eyes a bit as he walked towards them with two bowls of popcorn.
"I don't think she kidding." Mimi said, noticing the look on her friends face and got up from the couch and rushed to her side. "What's wrong?"
The quick reaction from Mimi caused both men to rush over to the pregnant woman's side as well. All hoping that she was okay and that the baby wasn't in any danger. Maureen was silent, she did however ease her shoulders down a bit as her hand held the side of her belly.
"Maureen?" Mimi tried to get her attention but couldn't. Instead, she looked down to her friends hand and slowly slid her hand over Maureen's only to have it moved out from underneath before it grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly to her stomach. Mimi's eyes widen with delight before letting out a laugh. "Oh my god."
"What? What's going on?" Roger asked, not understanding what was going on. Mark just as easily confused, looking between both women for an answer.
"The baby." She smiled, turning to her boyfriend. "It's kicking!"
The eyes on both men widen and smiles spread across their lips as the look at one another before turning to Maureen who was smiling brightly and had unshed tears in her eyes.
"Here." Mimi said, removing her hand and swapped it with Roger's quickly so that he too could feel the baby kicking.
The moment the baby kicked again, Roger's eyes widened even more and then laughed. He had never experienced something like this before. "This is amazing."
After Roger had spoken those words, Maureen reached out one of her hands and snatched Mark's hand with her own. In one swift movement, she switched Roger's hand with Marks. Even though, her friend was a bit disappointed at having his hand removed, he knew that the father had more right to feel the baby move more than he did.
Course, at that moment the movement stopped. Maureen looked down a bit disappointed that at that moment her baby decided to stop just as Mark was about to feel it. It was obvious that Mark was a bit disappointed at not being able to feel it but he figured he would get another chance another day.
Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Maureen's grip tightened and shifted his hand up a couple inches. "There. Do you feel it?" She asked, looking up at him.
He casted his gaze from Maureen's belly up to her eyes, he smiled with his own tears filling his eyes as he nodded. Feeling his baby kick for the first time. He had to mark note of this in that book he picked up called baby's firsts:
Back to reality, the time must have really passed by quickly cause she was suddenly in the middle of her baby shower. She didn't even remember the guys leaving the loft. Nor did she remember any of her friends arriving. 'Oh well.' Was the only thing she thought concerning her loss of time before getting herself submerged into the baby shower.
All the presents she unwrapped were just what she was looking for. New clothing for when Abigail finally came into the word and clothing for when she got a little older. She got baby formula, binkies, bottles, baby wipes, lots of diapers, diaper bag, lotions, baby shampoo, a diaper dude bag for mark, some stuffed animals, head bands with flowers in all colors, a carrier wrap, some books, teething rings and many other good things that new parents need.
The day had been a great day for everyone. From Maureen who had a great day of spending time with her friends and getting gifts for her unborn daughter; to all her friends who enjoyed themselves playing games and winning prizes.
Towards noon, they all sat themselves down to eat lunch. Mimi had collected two plates of food and carried them both towards the chair that was sitting next to the recliner chair that Maureen was sitting in. Handing one of the plates to her before sitting herself down to eat.
It wasn't long after everyone began eating that Maureen suddenly stopped, placing her plate down on the table on the other side of her chair. She lowered the foot rest and placed her feet on the hardwood floor as her hand held her stomach. Her breathing was a bit heavier then usual.
The motion caused everyone in the loft to stop talking and their eating to look over at Maureen. Since Mimi was the closest, she was the first to respond. "Are you okay?" She asked, a little panicked.
Maureen shook her head. "Something's wrong." She winced, closing her eyes tightly as she fidgets in her seat. When the pain finally passed, she opened her eyes a bit and laughed some. "Shit, I think I just pissed my pants."
Mimi started at her for a moment before turning to look at the other women who knew what was happened. Turning back to Maureen with a smile on her face. "Mo, your going into labor!"
"What?" Her faced dropped and she started to shake her head. "No! It's too soon. I still have a week to go!" She whined as her friends started to help her up out of her chair.
"Yeah, well...Abby is a little impatient. Just like her momma." Mimi smiled as she hooked her arm around the now standing Maureen and helped her to the door. "Someone find Mark and Roger!" She turned her head to yell to the friends before leaving out the door.
Chapter 7! Well, here is another chapter for everyone. Unfortunately, I didn't get any reviews last chapter. I'm hoping that everyone is enjoying the story. It is hard to tell when I don't get much feedback. But I'm not one to beg for reviews but it would be nice to get so I know that people are enjoying the story.
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