Love by Love – 28
"Hey" greeted Brock kissing the tip of her nose. "How was your sleep?"
"The baby was kicking all night." Reba mumbled.
"I know, I kept feeling him too." Chuckling, Brock continued. "He's a very strong boy. I could see him becoming the greatest football star."
"Is that why you want a boy? To become an athlete?"
"Not only that, there's a lot of things I could pass on from father to son; like my charm."
"Aww... Since you're such a charming person, let's see you charm the girls into sharing the room since we're gonna need Kyra's room for the baby." Reba batted her lashes, smiling.
"Uh... I can charm some girls, but not my own daughters!" Brock exclaimed. Sure enough, when he brought the news to the girls that they had to share a room, the girls fought for their territory.
"Why do I have to move? I already moved once when Cheyenne moved in here. I'm not moving again!"
"Good, because I don't want to share my room with you either!" Cheyenne piped up. They both had solid arguments why they shouldn't share a room. Especially when Kyra questioned why she had to be the one who moved every time something happened to the family. She even asked if Reba still loved her. The girl's question brought Reba into tears.
"Reba..." Brock patted her back
"My daughter hates me. I'm a bad mother!" Cried Reba on his shoulder.
"She doesn't hate you honey. She was just upset that she's losing her room to a new member of the family again. Although I think I can see why she's upset." Brock was calming Reba down, she was very emotional lately due to her hormones. "Why don't we keep the crib in our room for now, and in a few years, before the little one starts to know what's going on in the room, we should be able to afford a bigger house."
"With a bigger lawn?" Reba showed interest of the idea.
"With a bigger lawn," said Brock kissing Reba on her cheek. "Now, can we go look for a baby crib?"
Brock took his family to shop for the crib. Kyra and Cheyenne still not talking from the fight they had about the room, even though Reba had told them they didn't have to share the room anymore. However, as long as they were not shouting and screaming at each other, Brock and Reba just let them be.
"Didn't you say you wanted a crib that looked like a race car?" Questioned Reba seeing Brock examine a simple wooden crib.
"I did, but then I thought if we got that one, it'd only be good for boys."
"We are having a boy."
"This one is a boy, what about the next ones?"
"What do you mean 'next ones'? How many kids are you planning to have?"
"Four... Five..." Brock replied wishfully.
"You do recall that your daughter and my daughter are currently fighting because they don't want to give up their space, don't you?" Reba pointed out an important fact.
"I'm not saying we're going to have another one right away, I'm just saying sometime in the future. We'll wait until you push this one out and in a year or two we'll talk about having another one, okay?" Brock gently squeezed her torso while she just pouted.
"You're dang right I have to push them out." Reba quipped, glaring at him.
"So, what do you think about this crib? It could convert to a bed when the baby gets older. And there's also a storage at the bottom for his toys."
"If they have a matching changing table, I'm sold." They ordered the crib and changing table to be delivered to their house. After crib shopping, Brock took them all to shop for toys and clothes for the girls. They started talking a little bit. At home, when Reba and Brock tried to work the new floor plan to fit the baby crib and the changing table in their room. Kyra and Cheyenne had a little talked amongst themselves.
"Mom and dad are going to keep the baby in their room. The three of them will have to share the room because you are selfish." Cheyenne blamed Kyra.
"Me Selfish? You're the one who doesn't want to share the room with me!" Kyra defended herself.
"You are the one who said you didn't want to move."
"Because you made a face when mom said I'll be moving in with you!" Kyra exclaimed.
"I did? If I did, I'm sorry. It's just that I never share my room with anyone. But now that I think about it, maybe it would be fun if we share the room. We can pretend to be asleep when mom tucks us in, and then we'll talk until we fell asleep."
"Or we can have a pillow fight," said Kyra started hitting Cheyenne with her pillow. Cheyenne fought back and they laughed and giggled until they were short of breath. They flopped down on Kyra's bed and sighed. "So you don't hate me?" Asked Kyra.
"Of course not! I like you. We are sisters. And we're gonna have a baby brother together." Cheyenne replied sincerely.
"So you're saying we should give our baby brother my room?"
"We'll have fun staying together." Cheyenne promised.
"Okay, c'mon, let's go tell mom and dad." The kids had surprised them by agreeing to share the room on their own. So one weekend, Brock moved the stuff from Kyra's room and re arranged the furniture in Cheyenne's room to compromise. Reba was helping too; she took the position of supervisor and moved light objects like Kyra's stuffed animals, pillows… that was pretty much it. Brock wouldn't let her carry anything heavy. When the baby's furniture arrived, Brock set the room up the way Reba told him to.
Reba was now eight months along, she was so huge and could hardly move. She was getting ready to go to work like everyday, but putting on clothes became such a challenge when she couldn't bend. Taking off clothes was another story; Brock was more than willing to help.
"Brock, I couldn't put on my socks!" Cried Reba falling on her back sitting on the bed. She lifted her feet up attempting to put on her sock and she lost her balance. Now she couldn't sit back up. Brock came out of the washroom and he laughed. "Stop laughing!"
"I'm sorry, but you look like a baby trying to reach her feet." Chuckling, Brock took her socks and put them on her feet. He pulled her up sitting on the bed and helped put the shoes on as well. "Are you sure you're going to work?"
"Yes, and today would be my last day at work before I go on maternity leave."
"I can't believe it, in less than a month, we'll get to see our little one." Brock delightfully showered her with kisses.
"Don't forget to look forward to cleaning up dirty diapers too." Reba quipped making her way down the stairs. Reba didn't know that her office had prepared a surprise party for her. She cried when they gave her gift for the baby. Reba received a gift from Dolly too: a set of sexy lingerie. Well, sexy might not be the right word, when it was more… erotic than romantic, very daring. Brock happened to see it when she came back from work and she accidentally dropped the bag and couldn't bend to pick it up. Brock picked it up and couldn't wait until she was able to fit in it.
"When will I see you wear this?" Brock leered.
"When hell freezes over." Reba wasn't in the mood for intimate right now, she was tired. But Brock wasn't. Plus, picturing his wife in a sexy lingerie made him far from tired.
"You know... Sex help induces labor," suggested Brock nudging at her neck.
"Sure, you believe in that, but when I said the baby loves it when you massage my feet and you said I'm milking it."
"You are milking it."
"Hey if I enjoy it, the baby will too!" Reba piped up.
"Okay, how does this sound? Tonight, I'll give you a foot massage, and after that we could... speed up your labor." Brock suggested with a mischievous grin.
Smiling, almost evily, Reba replied. "I'm not in a hurry. But I'll take that foot massage."
"Aw.. man!" Cried Brock.
"C'mon, let's take a look at what my co-workers gave me." Reba pulled him down on the couch going though her stuff. Most items were baby clothes, blankets, bottles and some essentials. Brock picked up an item looked like some type of machine.
"What is this?"
"It's a breast pump," replied Reba nonchalantly.
"Oh, how does it work?"
"Well, you just-" Reba just spotted his grin. "ha-ha, nice try."
"Not like I hadn't seen them before." Brock mumbled.
"And if you keep talking, you ain't gonna see them for a very long time."
Pouting, Brock continued to mumble. "Why can't you be one of those wives who was very needy during her pregnancy?"
"You still complaining?"
"No dear." Well, it looked like another night of cold showers for Brock. It was so hard for Brock to predict what Reba wanted, sometimes she would be all over him, sometimes she would just shoot him down if he stood too close to her. Especially when it closed to her due date.
"Your feet stink!" Brock stopped dead in his tracks when Reba yelled across the room to complain about his feet when he just came back from work and didn't even take off his shoes.
"Hello to you too, honey. Where are the kids?"
"A slumber party at their friend's house."
"I see you're still cranky. How are you today?"
"I want the baby out of me now," cried Reba. "My ankles swollen, my back's in pain, my boobs hurt, and I gotta pee again! Ugh!" Reba groaned in frustration trying to get out of the couch. Brock helped pull her up. "You go upstairs, get naked and I'll meet you in the bedroom!" Reba demanded disappearing into the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom, Brock was still laughing. "Why are you still here?"
"What do you mean go upstairs and get naked?"
"We're doing it, I want this baby out of me now."
"Oh now you want me huh?" Brock teased.
"Are you gonna do this like a loving couple or do you want me to tie you to the bedposts?" Reba threatened him.
"Tell me more about the bedposts idea..." Reba gave him a deadly glared." ... or maybe not."
"Well, let's go!" Reba made her way up the stairs, taking his hand with her. "But you gotta wash you feet first!"
"Uh huh, that dirty talk really turns on." Brock cracked. Well, he went to wash his feet and met her in bed. However when things were starting to heat up...
"Oh God!" Reba exclaimed.
"Already?" Brock was surprised.
"My water broke you mo'ron!"