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16 Weeks Pregnant - 4 months
I named this chapter Second Chance by Shinedown because they made it through all the baby drama. I wouldn't take it so literally because I seem to be having troubles with naming chapters.
"I'm not going!" I called out to Troy from my walk in closet.
Troy stuck his head in the closet so he could see me. He looked over me, standing in nothing but booty underwear, and a white shirt that had thin straps, leaving my shoulders open, but it had white sleeves. The shirt would go a little past my jeans, if I was wearing any. "Fine, you don't wanna go maternity shopping, you can walk around like that for the next five months," he replied.
I glared at him. "There are a pair of pants in her somewhere that fit me," I insisted stubbornly.
"Pants, maybe. How about an outfit for tomorrow?" he questioned, now leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed, watching me search for pants. Yesterday, I wore a skirt for school and all, but that is one of the last things that fit me. Today, there was no school for some kind of in-service day. I brought papers home to grade, and I've graded more than half.
I stopped to look at him for a second "About that, I was thinking-" He was already shaking his head at me. "What?" I asked.
"Whatever you're thinking, get it out of your head. We're going out, out as in leaving our house, and we're going to have dinner. It's Valentine's Day, I refuse to stay in when we can easily go out if you would just go maternity shopping tomorrow afternoon," he stated.
"Troy," I whined, stomping my foot, causing him to chuckle. "I don't want to go out," I mumbled.
He pushed off the doorjam to came over to me. He cupped my face in his hands. "Brie," he started in a soft voice. I wrapped my arms loosely around his waist as best I could. "I know you're four months pregnant. And, I know you think you're big, but you're not," he assured me. "Do you realize in five months, things will never be like they are now again?" he questioned. "They'll be great because we'll have two beautiful babies, but this is our last time experiencing Valentine's Day as just us, as Troy and Gabriella only. I want to spend it with you, I want to take you out, and have fun, and savour it all because we'll be parents soon," he told me. "Do you know what I am saying?"
I nodded, understanding him. In five months, it won't be just us anymore, we'll be everything to two little babies, and we won't have as much time for just us, if any. "But, I have nothing to wear," I whispered matter-of-factly.
He laughed at my sentence, kissing my nose. "That's why you're going maternity shopping tomorrow afternoon," he said back in the same low tone. "Now, put these on," he added, handing me jeans.
I sighed, pulling the pants up. They magically fit. I smiled. "See, told you I'd find pants," I gloated. "I don't need to go maternity shopping."
He smiled back at me. "Those are my pants," he informed me. Oh. "And, as beautiful you are in my pants, you need your own, especially for school," he reminded me, walking away.
"You do not know what it's like, Troy," I mentioned, following him, flicking off the light in my closet. Yes, my closet has a light. He was already sitting on the bed, putting his converse on.
"Don't know what what is like?" he asked, tying his shoe.
I stood in front of him, but was sidetracked by the mirror before I could answer. The pants Troy gave me were an old pair of his, so they were too small for him. We've been meaning to donate them to the homeless shelter, but never got around to it. They actually looked pretty good on me. It's pretty sad when your look good in your husband's pants. I'm sure I'll get over it.
"Are you seriously checking yourself out?" Troy wondered, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I may have turned pink. "Yes, but I'm pregnant, I'm allowed," I defended myself, putting my hands on my hips. "Anyways, you don't know what it's like shopping with Montez women," I informed him.
He scratched his head. "Uh, I'm married to one," he reminded me.
I smiled at him, running a hand through his hair, fixing his swished slightly spiked up hair. "Yes, but I'm a little normal. They are crazy," I told him, cupping his face like he did to me earlier. "If you send me off with them tomorrow, you might never see me or your unborn children ever again," I said dramatically.
"I'll chance it," he replied, his hands on the back of my thighs. "Why are you so against it? You love shipping," he mentioned, pulling me closer.
He brought me down onto his lap, so I was sitting on one of his legs, and my feet were in between. "If I go," I muttered, resting against him. "It will just more real the realness of how big of a house I am," I explained. "Did that make sense?" I asked as an after thought.
"You're odd, you know that?" he questioned me, his chin on my shoulder.
I frowned. "You don't have to be mean," I mumbled.
"Brie," he started, pulling me closer.
"Am I, like, cutting off circulation to your leg?" I asked, worried for a moment.
He looked at me weirdly. "What? No. Baby, you've only gained fifteen pounds, you do realize that right?" he questioned. "And, the only place you've gained weight is right here," he stated, his hand on my very swollen stomach. "I just think it's funny that when you were ten weeks you were so excited to show, and now you're showing normally at sixteen weeks, and you don't like it," he mentioned, kissing my cheek.
I let out a puff air. "I am odd," I agreed. "I don't mind gaining weight for the babies, I'd do anything for them, gaining weight isn't horrible, I just don't want to go shopping," I whined, burying my head into his shoulder.
Troy held me close. "Here is what is going to happen tomorrow," he said in my ear lightly. "You're going to go shopping with your mom, and you sister's, you're going to find some clothes that will fit you throughout the whole pregnancy, okay?" he informed me. "But, just because you're in the need of maternity clothes does not mean you're huge, you're small for a woman having twins, and I'm not exactly sure if that is a good thing," he added.
"Dr. Hastings said I'm doing good in my weight gain," I reminded him.
His lips dipped, then kissed my neck. "I know. The point is that you're beautiful, even if you are bigger than you are used to being," he restated.
"Mm-hm, I think you're biased," I murmured as he continued to kiss my neck. My eyes had closed when he initially kissed me, and when I opened them, Mickey was looking at us, like some weird peeping Tom. I cleared my throatas I pulled away.
Troy frowned. "I wasn't done," he insisted, making a move to keep on sucking on my neck.
I shook my head, then pointed at Mickey. Mickey is a good puppy, something I didn't think exsisted. We took him to a few training lessons to learn the basic commands, and all, and because Troy wants him to a be a guard dog of sorts. Just barking at people he doesn't know, in case something happens when he has a night shift, like everything being locked along with the alarm system on isn't good enough. The problem is that Mickey learned a little bit too well, and barks at everyone. Also, using his doggy senses, he knows I am pregnant, therefore he hardly leaves my side.
"It's not like I am going to hurt her, Mick," Troy told him, holding me close. Talking to him only made him come closer. "I can't blame you, I like her, too," he went on talking to the dog, petting him on his head, making him wag his tail. The only time Mickey acts up is when Troy's friends are over, making him get excited. "Come on, let's all go downstairs," he suggested, and I sighed, wanting to go on with what we were doing earlier.
As soon as we got downstairs, Troy got me something to eat, knowing I am most likely hungry. I am. Applause for you, Mr. Bolton. My appetite is great, I'm not really craving anything unusual, normal things for me, thank you very much. I'm in the 'honeymoon period' as said bydoctor's. I'm done with morning sickness, for the most part, it still sneaks up on me, and I'm more energized. What I didn't realize is what having twins entailed. It means I go to the doctor more than an average pregnant woman, I have to gain more weight (duh), and I'll most likely go into labor earlier than my due date, which is July 11th.
What we know about the babies so far is that they are most likely fraternal, and healthy, which is what we care about most. Dr. Hastings said they are most likely fraternal because there are two placentas and two amniotic sacs, but there is still a chance they could be identical. I don't care either way, but fraternal would just be easier to tell them apart. Troy doesn't care either. We're supposed to find out their sexes on my next appointment date, which is on the day after tomorrow. We might not be able to depending on their positions, though. I really want to know because I want to get started on the nursery. I'm secretly hoping for two baby boys, but Troy just shrugs, saying whatever they are, he'll be happy, and I know he will. If there is a girl or two in there, I won't mind, I'd just like two little Troy's. I hope they look like him and get his eyes.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" Troy questioned, glancing from the t.v. to me. He is watching some kind of cop show I would normally make him change.
I shrugged, looping my arms through one of his. "The babies," I answered, resting against him.
"What about them?" he wondered, kissing my temple.
I shrugged again. "Just thinking about how I am leaning towards them being boys, and how I want them to look like you," I confessed, my hand sliding down to lace through his.
"They can look like me or you, they've got good genes," he responded, squeezing my hand gently.
"You're so unopinionated, it's annoying," I stated against his shoulder. "I know you'll love them with all your heart, boys or girls, but I know you're hoping a little for one set, just tell me what set," I pleaded.
Troy laughed at me. "I'm hoping, and I'm getting, a healthy set," he told me. "That's all I need. Once we know what they are, I'll have an opinion," he assured me.
"If they are girls there is no way in hell their room is going to be pink," I informed him, making him chuckle. "Just so you know," I mumbled.
"What will their room be?" he wondered, his thumb running across my hand and back.
"Light purple, like, lavender," I answered, smilng up at him. "If they are boys, blue, of course. If it's a boy and a girl, I'm still thinking about it," I mentioned.
He nodded. "What colors are you thinking of?" he asked.
"I dunno yet, it's a hard room to make, once I know, I'll tell you, if we need to think about it," I told him.
Troy kissed my cheek. "You want my opinion, right?" he questioned, making me nod and get excited. "I kind of want one boy, just because I want a boy to be the oldest to look after the younger ones," he admitted. "I don't care what the other one is, a boy or a girl," he shared.
"As long as they're healthy," I said in unison with him, causing him to smile.
"That is all I want, if there are two girls in there, I'm fine with it," he reassured me.
"I know," I mumbled, kissing his cheek this time. "I don't want their names to, like, rhyme either," I confessed. "Like, Ben and Jen, uh uh," I said with a shake of my head. "Besides, we already have two Ben's. We could go Troy Junior and Tory, if they are a boy and a girl," I went on.
Troy was shaking his head. "I don't want a junior," he informed me. "I'm fine with a boy having the same initials, but I don't want a junior," he repeated. "What would we call him, even if we did? Troy? Already got one of those. Alex, have one of those, too. Junior? That's taken, too," he carried on.
I sulked for a moment. "Trey!" I exclaimed.
He laughed for almost two minutes straight. "No," he denied. "New rule, if one of us hate the name, we can't name either baby it. Deal?" he questioned.
I smiled. "Deal, no Micheal Jordan Bolton, babe," I sing-songed.
"I didn't say we couldn't persuade, I'm a very good persuader," he assured me.
I frowned. Damn it. He's right.
I came home the next day with a mountain of shopping bags, literally.
"Damn, Brie, do we have any more savings?" Troy questioned, coming back from my new car for the fifth time with more bags. Yes, we got the car. It's a light, shiney blue compact SUV, and fits 7-8 people, and is not a mini van. I did NOT want a mini van. It's a big car, but not full size SUV huge, it's conservative. I really like it. I now know the difference between a nicely running car, and my old car. So much easier to drive. It took a while to get used to, almost two weeks because of the bigger size, but I'm good now.
I rolled my eyes, dumping a bag of clothes out onto the bed. "Yes, we do, not all of this is new. Serena and Belle had some twin pregnancy clothes to give me," I informed him.
"Good," he replied, about to go for the next load. "Because I kind of want to send our children to college," he commented on his way out of the bedroom.
"Ha ha!" I called after him, sorting the clothes, and put them into baskets to wash today. My mother always taught me to wash new clothes before wearing them. I have an aunt in the clothing business, and she strongly says the same thing. I'll take that advice.
I seriously did get a lot. I not only had to get normal clothes (that my sister's helped me with, giving me the second-hand clothes I had no problem taking), I had to get clothes to wear to school. Buying/getting the new clothes made me feel a lot better, knowing I have plenty of clothes to wear, helped me get over, or at least start to get over my 'big as a house' thing.
"See? I told you, shopping was fine," Troy said a couple hours later once my laundry done, and we were folding it. More him that me, he wouldn't let me.
I nodded, smiling. "Yes, Know-It-All, as you've said for the past three hours," I agreed again, putting the clothes into piles. He grinned at me, holding up a shirt. "It gets a hanger," I informed him, knowing he wanted me to tell him. "But, yes," I started. "Shopping wasn't that bad, my sister's actually listened to me when I vetoed clothing, and my mother was slightly reasonable. I got plenty of clothes. Thank you, for making me go," I told him.
With the clothes folded into piles on the corner of the bed, Troy crawled over to me on his knees. "Your welcome, you can consider it a Valentine's Day present," he whispered against my lips before kissing me.
I smiled into the kiss. "Another gift?" I asked, kissing him again. He nodded. "Other than the flowers on the balcony, the chocolates in the bathroom after my shower, and you wearing that purple and blue plaid shirt, knowing I love it on you, especially since I got it for you?" I questioned. "Oh, and the watch I gave you for Christmas," I added.
He nodded. "Yes, another gift," he assured me, kissing me for a long moment. "I think it's the least I can do for getting you pregnant even though you wanted it, too. I know as much as you love being pregnant with the twins, it kinda sucks with the morning sickness, the wonky mood swings, the whole gaining weight thing you don't like, although you are still beautiful," he listed off.
I rested my forehead on his. "You're beautiful," I insisted, making him grin.
"Brie, guys don't like to be known as beautiful," he reminded me, acting like he was annoyed with it.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Fine, you're handsome," I corrected. "Happy?" I questioned, so he nodded. "But, you are, Troy. You've been the best husband in the whole world since I got pregnant, since we got married, actually," I told him. "I know I don't say it enough, but thank you. You put up with me through the gross morning sickness, my odd times for naps that mostly consisted of me falling asleep on you, so you couldn't move for an hour. You put up with my cranky-self, you get me food when I am hungry, everything," I said.
"I'd say your welcome, but I don't need to," he replied. "It's nice for you to say it, but I do these things because you're my wife, I love you, of course I'll do this for you. You're carrying two babies for me, for us, every day, I should be thanking your for that," he explained.
I shook my head. "Don't, because I love the feeling of pregnant," I responded. "I just can't wait until we can feel them kick, and know what they are, and fight about names," I went on. "Even if we didn't go out tonight for dinner, it would still be a perfect Valentine's Day because I'm spending it with you," I assured him.
"Aw, baby," Troy started, pushing hair behind my ear. "I think that's the pregnant you talking, but I'm okay with it," he murmured. His free hand rested on the hump of my belly. "Just so you know, I kept my promise about nothing extravagant this Valentine's Day. No moon-lit picnic, no drive-in movie in the middle of no where, nothing but me and you in a nice restaurant," he mumbled like he was disappointed.
I smiled at him sweetly, brushing a hand down his cheek. "Thank you. I love when you think of all that cute stuff, but you're already doing so much for me, I don't want you to go through more," I reminded him. "Wait, were you going to put a drive-in in the middle of no where?" I questioned.
He grinned again. "I guess you'll have to wait until next Valentine's Day," he commented. "Now, our date is in about three hours, and knowing you for some reason you'll need three hours to get ready, so get started," he ordered.
I sighed, kissing him. "Fine."
Troy was right, like he usually is. But, it only took me three hours because I took eating breaks, and went slower than usual. Other wise it would have been about an hour and a half. I had to style my hair first, which was really what took the longest. I didn't want it in it's usual full blown curls. I straightened the top of it, then let it flow in waves, the ends being slightly curly. I took time with my make up, doing it well. I did it in my skin tone as well as a little smokey because my dress is black.
My dress fit me like a glove, showing off my pregnant belly proudly. It was black with a v-neck scooping down into my new cleavage, but not as much as I would have before getting pregnant, only a little. The sleeves were too wide, and made of a shimmery material, giving it a little flare, and it went a little more than mid-thigh. It was Serena who found the dress knowing more than anyone that just because you are pregnant with twins doesn't mean you can't be sexy. The dress was made of comfortable cotton.
I put on red peep toe pumps with it that had black bottoms, matching my red ruby necklace, along with the red ring I was wearing that was one of those nicely obnoxiously big rings, but wasn't too huge.
"Babe," Troy knocked on the door.
I was touching up my hair when he did this. "I'm, like, done," I called back out, arranging my hair.
"That's nice, but I have a question about me," he replied through the door. I stayed quiet in an answer for him to go on and ask as I reapplied my clear, light, lip gloss. "Alright, so I get we're going to this nice place, but can I wear my converse? My black dress shoes are for funerals, and our wedding. They also hurt my feet," he asked.
I smiled, shaking my head. I took one more look at myself, then decided to get out into the bedroom so we can get going. We have reservations. "Your converse," I answered, opening the door.
"Good, because I already have them on-" he stopped once he saw me. He didn't do his hair slightly up like he has been doing it lately. (It was me that did his hair like that, being bored, and we both liked it since it was modern. It looks really good on him.) It was swishing to the side like normal, and was raised up a little more than normal, but not as high up like it has been. It was cute. He was also wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of new black jeans, and a black suit jacket over top, matching his black pants. He looked really hott, sexy, handsome, it goes on and on.
I smiled at him, flipping the lights in the bathroom off. "You look great, babe, the converse go good with the outfit," I assured him, running a hand down his jacket.
"You look so sexy," he breathed, pulling me close.
"I was just thinking the same about you," I whispered, my hands at his sides.
He kissed me lightly for a second. "You really are so beautiful," he muttered, kissing me again.
I smiled at him, wiping my lip gloss off his lips. So much for trying to keep it on. "The pregnancy glow helps the look, huh?" I questioned, he just kissed me again. He was still wearing the watch I gave him. "We're giving gifts when we get home, right?" I asked, fixing his hair a little.
He nodded. "Uh-huh," he replied, his hand sliding down my side, half of his palm on my stomach as he looked into my eyes.
"Troy," I said with a smile. "We're going to be late," I reminded him.
His hands found mine, linking them together. "Come on, then," he encouraged, pulling me along.
Troy took me to a fancy Italian restaurant that was dimly lit, along with all that other romantic stuff. Practically the only thing I was interested in was Troy (don't forget the food, pregnant lady here). We were mostly flirting, talking about funny things going on at the firehouse, some school stuff, the babies, too. We were trying to focus more on us, and our lives, not that the babies aren't, but we'll have baby talk for the rest of our lives. Of course, the babies came up periodically, but it couldn't be helped, and talking about them always brought smiles to our faces.
"I hope it's not that bad," I commented, sipping on my water as Troy told me about Gavin. Kyle was born, and as bad of a pregnancy it was for Amelia, he's a handful himself. "I know we're having twins, but, wow," I went on.
Troy nodded, playing with my fingers on the table. "Yeah, I guess it's better for Gavin because he gets to sleep at the firehouse all day, everyday that we work," he replied. "Usually we'll play pranks on each other if one of us falls asleep during the day, but we don't do anything to him, he needs all the sleep he can get," he added.
"You'll get that, too," I reminded him. "When the babies are born, you'll get sleep at the firehouse," I explained.
"I know," he responded. "I don't think it's fair, though. I mean, when you go to work you have to drill high school kids on English grammar, when I go, I get to sleep," he compared our jobs.
I smiled at him. "Baby, it's February, we're way past grammar. In English we're reading The Crucible, and in family living, we're going over problem solving and stuff," I informed him. They changed the senior's family living class into a year long course, just because they were getting good feedback about it, and the parents really approved of it. Senior's don't mind because it's an easy credit.
"Problem solving? Isn't that third grade stuff?" he questioned, still playing with my fingers.
I shook my head. "It isn't problem solving as in having a fight with your friend, solving that problem, although I did go over it for a day. It's more about having problem within your central family, and how to handle it, how to resolve it, make your family structure better," I explained to him.
"So, when our kids are teenagers, we're good?" he joked.
I nodded. "Right," I agreed, laughing.
"Hi," our waitress greeted, coming over. She already took our appetizer orders, we already got it, and ate most of it. "Sorry for the wait, we're full tonight," she apologized.
Troy waved her off. "It's fine, we're good," he assured her, making her look less stressed.
"How far along are you?" she questioned me, tilting her head towards me.
I pressed my hand against my stomach. "Sixteen weeks," I answered with a smile.
Erin looked shocked. " Only sixteen weeks?" she questioned, then look frightened for a second. "I'm sor-"
I shook my head. "You don't have to apologize," I cut her off. I knew she was embarrassed because she thought she just called me fat, for a normal pregnancy, I am.
"It's twins," Troy informed her.
She looked relieved again. "Are they your first?" she wondered.
We nodded. "Yeah," Troy answered.
"I'm due July eleventh," I carried on with the same smile we were both sharing.
Erin smiled back at us. "Well, you look wonderful, pregnancy suits you," she complimented me.
Troy squeezed my hand. "Thank you," I replied. "Does it suck to have to work for Valentine's Day?" I asked her.
She nodded after a hesitant moment. "Yes," she said honestly, making us chuckle. "It's okay, my boyfriend is picking me up after my shift, and we're having a late date, he has this whole surprise planned out," she informed us.
"He sounds like a keeper," I responded. After minute, she took our orders then went on her way. "Do you remember freshman year of college when you surprised me after my last class on Valentine's Day?" I questioned him.
Troy smiled. "Yeah, you saw me, dropped everything you were holding, and plowed me over," he remembered.
February 14, freshman year...
It was a Friday, and being Valentine's Day, every single couple on campus was in heat. Everyone had plans, everyone couldn't stop gushing about their plans, so excited. I didn't want to be mad this holiday, but I was. I was mad because my boyfriend was across the country, making us be apart. Tonight, we planned on a long web cam chat that could involve nudity if he was good, and promised to be alone.
"Will you please cheer up?" Mel questioned me as we walked down the hall of the building we were in, the building that held both our last classes on Friday's.
I pulled my bag tighter on my shoulder. "Can you please stop asking me that?" I replied. "Your boyfriend, your new boyfriend who you are all gushy with lives five minutes across campus, mine is across the country," I reminded her.
"Gabi, it's not that bad," she assured me.
I sighed. They didn't understand, none of them did. The only people they left behind when coming to college were family and friends. I know that that is hard, I did that, too, but I also left the love of my life. They don't know what that feels like, to be apart from him everyday, it hurts.
"You guys do have plans, right?" she asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, but web cams can only go so far," I answered.
She laughed at me. I would laugh at me, too. "I'm sure you'll, uh, help yourself," she said.
I rolled my eyes. "That isn't what I'm even talking about," I stated. Mostly, anyways. "It's more than that, I just miss him so much, you don't even know," I told her. "It isn't all physical, that's not what we're about," I mumbled as we walked out of the building. I didn't even want to be around people, I wanted to go back to my dorm, cuddle into my bed, wearing Troy's shirt, and have him on the phone. Then, I wanted to talk to him on the web cam all night.
"Gabriella, I.." Mel went on, but I wasn't listening. As I opened the door so we could leave, I noticed something down the steps, and on the walkway. Not something, someone. I wasn't even looking for anything, I was just doing what any person would do when leaving a dark building, taking in my new surroundings. But, someone caught my eyes. Someone I knew better than anyone, someone I knew the face of better than anyone because of the hours I'd spent staring at a picture of us, or looking at him on my computer screen, or just staring at him to stare at him.
"Holy shit," I stopped her. I stopped moving all together. I smiled instantly, dropping my bag, and took off running.
"Gabriella?" Mel called after me, confused.
I didn't reply, I was too busy getting to him before he disappeared. I accidentally ran into people, mumbling a sorry as I did. I catapulted myself at him, knocking him over into the grass. "You're real," was all I commented on.
Troy was chuckling, his arms around me. "God, I hope so," he replied, a hand making itself into my hair. "Surprise. Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he murmured, kissing me.
I kissed him back, my hands gripping onto his shirt. "Best present ever," I assured him, making him smile. "You have no idea how much I was missing you," I mentioned, resting my forehead against his.
"Yes, I do," he replied. "We haven't not spent a Valentine's Day together since we got together, I wasn't about to change that," he said against my lips.
I kissed him. "Never change that."
"You made a few visits to me that year," I commented, leaning forward to kiss him.
We kissed for a few moments. "I remember a few you made to me, too," he mentioned. "If I remember correctly, one of those visits you made we happened to make a certain tape," he went on, making me giggle, then blush before he could finish. "A tape that I didn't even get to see."
I shook my head. "Are you ever going to let me live that down?" I wondered in a pleading voice.
He shook his head. "Not a chance in hell," he answered. "I would never mention it if we happened to make another one, one you let me watch, possibly repeatedly," he offered.
"Would I get to break it eventually?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrows at the fact that I was actually considering it. "Uh, yes," he said, but it sounded like a question.
"And, no friends would ever see it?" I questioned, me playing with his hand now.
He scratched his head. "I don't want any of our friends to see it," he stated.
I gave him a sly smile. "We'll reconsider this after the babies are born, and most of my baby weight is gone," I whispered.
"How about just after the babies are born, and you're feeling up to it?" Troy asked, hope laced in his voice.
I kissed him. "I'll think about it," I mumbled against his lips.
"You're such a tease," he whined, kissing me.
I swear, if one more woman looks at me like I am some prostitute that happened to be knocked up, I was going to rip their throat out. Do they not see the wedding ring on my finger? I'm married!
Troy had to work today, the day of our doctor's appointment, so we agreed to meet there. The appointment was for four forty five, Troy was to get out of work at four thirty. It's four fifty, it's a doctor's office, there is always delays. Dr. Hastings was our here, greeting another woman, and saw that Troy wasn't here yet. I hope she's going a little slow so he can be here in time. Since he is late, I look like some unmarried woman, and people keep giving me looks, looks I do not want nor deserve.
Troy finally walked through the door, looking for me, and immediately located me. He smiled, making his way towards me. He kissed me before sitting down in the free seat next to me. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he instantly apologized, lacing my hand through his.
"Why are you so late, mister?" I asked, squeezing his hand.
He groaned. "Traffic," he answered. "Sorry, I did speed here, and seeing as you're not in there yet, I'm good," he insisted.
I let out a laugh. "Yeah, except the fact that until a minute ago when you walked in here, every person who saw me sitting here, alone, looking eight months pregnant, and thought I was some unmarried hooker," I muttered, annoyed.
"Aw, you're too good to be a hooker, more like one of those dating service girls who happened to be put on the right date, and broke the rules," he joked, making me glare. "Eh, babe, who cares what they think?" he questioned, kissing me again.
I kissed him back. "So, how was work?" I asked him.
"Boring on the action," he told me. "I spent the day talking with Gavin. I am not excited for childbirth," he stated the obvious.
I laughed. "Join the club," I agreed.
We were called in a few minutes later. A nurse the did normal things, took my weight, my blood pressure, then asked me questions about how I am feeling, the usual. As we waited for Dr. Hastings, I sat on the examination bed/table thing, my legs swinging back and forth.
"Troy, will you please stop looking at all the plastic vaginas around the room?" I asked in a laugh, breaking off Troy's thoughts.
He turned to me. "What? Hey, I only looked at one, I was looking at that ten centimeter poster. That's how big you're.. thing is going to get?" he questioned, pointing back at it.
"My thing? Troy, you have a thing," I teased, grabbing one of his hands. "And, yes," I answered.
He made a face. "Will it hurt, or does it just happen?" he wondered.
"Boy, you better get reading," I suggested.
"I read!" he exclaimed. "I just may have skipped the birth part," he confessed, making me laugh some more. "What? It had gross pictures," he defended.
I shook my head at him. "Childbirth will hurt, have you ever heard of contractions?" I questioned. I was almost giddy to find out the sexes, practically jumping for joy, if I could jump. I hoped the twins were in the right positions.
"Gabriella," Dr. Hastings greeted, coming in. "Troy, you finally managed to join us. I told Nancy to call you in once you got here," she confessed.
Troy smiled. "Thanks, Doc," he replied, leaning against the uncomfortable bed next to me. "Traffic," he excused himself.
Dr. H smiled at him. "Nothing at work, then? I don't need my patient stressed out again," she reminded him.
"Uh-uh," he assured her. "I promised her no more injuries for the duration of the pregnancy, and I intend to keep it," he said.
"If he could only promise that for the rest of his life," I commented, making him roll my eyes, and kiss me.
Dr. Hastings laughed at us. "Okay, so from everything Sarah recorded down, you're doing good," she started, looking down at my chart. "You've gained a total of sixteen and a half pounds so far, which is good. But, for a woman of you size, I want you to be a little over the normal rate, okay?" she asked, and I nodded. "I want you to eat whenever you are hungry, try to keep it healthy, but I know sometimes you just want something else, that's okay," she assured me. "I want you to focus a little less on exercising for while, we'll talk about you working out a little at our next visit," she went on. I nodded again.
It didn't bother me as much as it would have a few days ago. I don't know, a mixture of getting clothes that I look good in, getting the compliment from that waitress, and making love with Troy on Valentine's Day has made me feel better about myself. I'm pregnant, I'm showing, I love it, as I have decided.
"Everything else seems completely normal, which is very good, so that is that," she finished the routine part of it.
"We get to find out what they are now, right?" I asked, bopping up and down with excitement that made both of them laugh. "What? Neither of us really care what they are, but I want to know," I exasperated. "We have practically a whole nursery to make in only five months," I reminded him.
Troy's hands enveloped mine. "We? It's me doing the work, and you ordering everyone else around," he corrected.
I made a mean face. "It's not like you'd let me do anything even if I tried," I pointed out.
"That's true," he agreed.
"Yes, Gabriella, we're going to see if we can find out the sexes. But, it all depends on how the babies are positioned," she told me, something I already knew. "Sarah has already set everything up, so," she left it open, waving a hand for me to lay down.
I moved to lay down on on the bed, and pulled my shirts up. I'm wearing a pair of dark jeans, a light purple cami with a lacy bottom, and a gray shirt over top that dipped down, but my cami was there to cover everything. I wore it with gray boots. I pulled my hair over one shoulder, and layed it here. Troy sat down on the stool next to my bed on the opposite side of Dr. Hastings.
"Alright," she said under her breath, squirting that annoyingly cold gel on my stomach, then smeared it all over with that chunky thing with the cord that I still don't know the name of. "The heart rates look perfect," she stated, making me squeeze Troy's hand. He kissed the back of mine, staring at the screen with me. I love watching this. I didn't exactly know how to decipher it all, it all looked like gray and black stuff to me, what I could really only tell apart were the sacs, and spot the heads. "Now, you know that these are.." she went on, telling us what everything is like she does every time. I like that she does that, it helps me.
"Can you tell what they are?" I asked, over anxiously.
Troy chuckled. "You have a one track mind, don't you?" he questioned me, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
I smiled widely. "Well, my first 'track' was on how they are, and apparently they are perfect, as they should be. Now, I want to know what they are. I want to fight over names!" I informed him.
Dr. Hastings did, too. "I think you might be able to, because the babies seem to be cooperating," she spoke up. I was practically dying of curiosity.
"You're so adorable," Troy whispered, but I knew he was just was excited as I am. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Okay," Dr. Hastings started, positioning the chunky thing over one baby more than the other. "This one is a," she stopped. Oh, she is so dead. "A boy," she told us. Yay!
"Yes," Troy muttered happily, then cleared his throat when we both look at him. We smiled widely ay each other. A boy! I get my mini Troy!
Dr. Hastings just smiled. I gave him a look after my smile. "Oh, so now you have an opinion? I thought you didn't care what they were as long as they were healthy?" I teased him.
"I don't care what they are, and they are healthy, so I started hoping. Sue me," he challenged.
"Whatever, I-"
"And, a girl," Dr. Hastings announced, interrupting.
I awed. "A girl? I get a baby girl?" I asked, now focusing on the screen. "We get both, Troy. That's so amazing," I commented, aw in my voice still. A mini me, and a mini Troy. I can't wait to meet them even more some how.
"Yes, you see this sliver-like thing here?" Dr. Hastings questioned, pointing at the screen over the boy. We nodded. "That is his penis," she stated.
Troy leaned forward more. "That's it?" he asked, sounding disappointed.
We both laughed. "It's not exactly done forming yet, Troy," Dr. Hastings assured him.
He cleared his throat now. "Oh," he mentioned, a little embarrassed.
Dr. Hastings went back over to the girl. "And, she does not have one, and seeing as they are both not very camera shy, I can see them well," she reassured us.
"We get both, what a score," Troy agreed, leaning forward to kiss me. He really doesn't do anything half-assed, does he?
I nodded, kissing him again. It was perfect. Now I have to figure out what the hell I am going to do about the nursery.
Here you go. I like it. I figured with the Troy getting hurt, the babies in jeopardy, you guys deserved a good one with fluff and happiness! Some drama returning next chapter. I think it will be a two-tree chapter thing. I'm going to see how far I can make it go. I think you'll like it.
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-- Kayleigh