Thank you for all the reviews. Keep them coming.
I want you to know that this story is NOT ending with the birth of the babies. I think some of you feel that way. I could, then start another sequel, but I don't feel starting a new story to keep on doing the thing I am doing doesn't make sense. I don't think this story will get up to 40, but I do have many things planned.
Here is a hint: Troy and Gabriella want five kids, don't they?
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36 Weeks Pregnant (Eight Months)
Named Take It Easy after the Eagles just because the title fits and I like the song.
"Troy, baby, I love you," I assured him, laying my hand on his. "But, shut up," I ordered him.
Troy turned his hand around, then intertwined it with mine. "That's not very nice," he muttered, looking down, pouting.
"Well, you're not being very nice," I replied, my free hand making it's way into his hair. I grabbed onto a clump of it. I really dig this messy up-do he's sportin'. "Look at me," I demanded, pulling on his hair a little. It didn't hurt. He lifted his face up towards me. "I love the way we're spending our first anniversary," I assured him.
He looked so adorable, lookin' like he was five years old. "Really?" he asked, scooting closer than he already was, which was very close.
I nodded, smiling. "Yes," I confirmed. "This was my idea, remember?" I questioned. My hand fell from his hair to around his neck. "I'm eight months pregnant with twins, Troy, going to some stuffy restaurant, yet romantic, and eating food I am not in the mood for does not seem like my idea of a good time," I explained. "I like it here, eating with you by candlelight in our dining room, perfectly comfortable, right next to the bathroom.. it's perfect," I went on.
He smiled, resting his forehead against mine. "I was just saying that our first anniversary deserves to be a big event, not use eating the many foods you're craving at our house," he responded.
"You were saying it for the tenth time," I reminded him. "Besides, what is wrong with this?" I questioned. "I love it, I love our house, I'm loving this food, I love you, I'm actually wearing heels, Troy," I said, making him cough out a laugh. "Our first anniversary as a married couple is perfect, all except for you whining about how we didn't go out," I informed him.
He made a mean face. "Well, sorry for thinking today was a dig deal," he mumbled.
"It is," I agreed. "Next year, we'll pry ourselves away from our children," I started, making him smile at thought of Carmin and Tristin. Only four more weeks! (Or a little less, you never know, the longer, the better.) "And, we will go out to a nice, romantic restaurant, we'll come home, then we'll make mad, passionate love, but today we can just do this," I said, tossing a cheese ball into my mouth after wrestling my hand out from Troy's grip.
We are allowed to have sex, I guess, (I'm kinda huge, man) but we decided against it seeing as it could put me in early labor. The babies would be alright, most likely, but since they are twins and a little underweight because of that, we want to keep me pregnant for as long as possible. I'm going to the doctor's weekly now, just to make sure everything is going okay. The babies are in a good position for vaginal birth, apparently, so everything is set for that. I don't want to be induced, I want it to happen the natural way, so we are waiting it out. I will NOT be like Serena and going days past my due date, though, I refuse.
The nursery is finished, completely. The baby clothes (that was got a lot of at the shower, but Troy and I also made a few trips) are all washed and put away. The bibs are ready, the bottles are clean, diapers are in place, everything is where it needs to be. Since the room is finished, no one is allowed in due to their names being up on the walls. Our picture of us as kids is also on the wall of the room, hung proudly. My sisters sat me down to explain the breast pump so I know how to use it now, unfortunately. I am breast feeding, but only until I get sick of it. I am only doing it because it's better for the babies, even if I only do it for a little while.
Troy laughed, eating a few himself. "Fine, but next year me and my artistic self are getting together, and will plan to amaze you," he stated.
"Can the two of you sleep with me separately, but at the same time? That would be interesting," I replied, wagging my eyebrows.
He looked surprised for a moment, then laughed again. "I'll work on it," he responded, taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm excited," I teased, my hand sliding down his jean clad thigh. I couldn't help but think with my hormonally challenged mind that he looked sexy. He recently (finally) finished his motorcycle. To celebrate, I bought him a really nice leather jacket, one he wore tonight, but took off a while ago, so it's on the back of the chair. He is also wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and of course, his wedding ring. I also bought him motorcycle boots, they look good on him too. He hadn't driven it much, only around the block, but only because he cutely said he won't really ride it around until I can ride with him.
"Brie," Troy started, snapping me from my thoughts. "Have I told you that you look really sexy tonight?"
I smiled at the compliment, I'm a sucker for compliments these days. I've gained about forty pounds, all in my stomach, no where else. No stretch marks yet, yay. "Yes, but I love hearing it," I replied. I'm wearing a white dress that hugged my body, positively showing off my baby belly, and went about mid-thigh. It had straps, and dipped into my cleavage. I put on black wedges with it, along with a black cover up that should have tied right below my bust, but I left it hanging down. I also wore my ring necklace.
"Well, you look really sexy tonight," he stated. I smiled wider, throwing my curly hair over my shoulder. I crossed my legs the other way to get more comfortable. "I think we should step this sexy party up, and take a relaxing dip into the jacuzzi," he suggested.
My no alarms went off in my head. I shook my head. "Let's do that in about three months," I compromised. "Then, I'll be skinnier, lost some baby weight, and my bikini tops will be able to support my breasts," I explained.
"Well, now you are still sexy, still beautiful, not fat in anyway, and I'm sure that you have one bikini top that will fit your boobs," he replied.
"You obviously have not payed attention to my growing chest," I said, then regretted it. Of course he did. He's my husband, who is a man, he noticed my boobs grow. He noticed them a little too much for my liking.
He scoffed. "Me? Your husband? I've been paying more attention to your boobs than you have, I like them," he told me. See?
"You would, I grew, like, a cup size," I muttered, pulling up the top of my dress now that I thought about it.
Troy grinned. "I love you, and you know I love your normal boobs, but this is good too," he commented.
I shook my head. "Fine, be obsessed with my fake boobs, they'll be back to normal eventually," I reminded him. "I can't wait," I mumbled.
"Fine, can we go in the jacuzzi now?" he questioned. I sighed. "Brie, you're the one complaining about about your back, remember?" he asked.
I nodded, feeling the ever-present pain in my back, it always feels it's being torn in half. My third trimester has gone by smoothly and normally. My back always hurts, my feet swell from time to time, my appetite is rather large, my boobs feel like they are about to pop, and it takes me a while to get up the steps, but that's all normal. "So?"
"So, what do you think a jacuzzi will do?" he questioned. "It has jets, I guarantee it will help. While your back is getting straightened out, I'll massage your feet, won't that be good?" he wondered.
I frowned. "Not fair, you're using the drawbacks of pregnancy on you side," I accused.
He grinned wider. "I'll do what I gotta do," he insisted. "Come on, baby, you know I think you're gorgeous, why does it matter if you put on a bikini and go in the jacuzzi?" he asked. "The jacuzzi we have only used a handful of times since we moved in, mind you," he added.
"Troy, I just," I stopped. I have nothing to talk him out of this. Plus, it does sound pretty nice.
"You'll just go on upstairs, put on a bikini, then meet me outside, I'll get trunks from downstairs, along with towels," he said, standing up. "Do you need help up the steps?" he asked.
I stood up with the help of his hand. I nodded. "Yes, and also to get my shoes off," I answered honestly.
He tugged on my hand, blowing out the candles. "Okay," he responded, then went with me up the steps to our bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later I was changed into a plain black bikini that supported my boobs pretty well, but also could snap at any moment, you never know. Good thing I don't mind if I flash Troy, just the neighbors. I pulled on one of Troy's shirts before leaving the room. When I went out back, Troy had the hot tub on and bubbling. Is there a difference between a hot tub and a jacuzzi? The words are interchangeable to me.
"Hey," he greeted, looking over his shoulder at me. I had pulled my hair up into a messy bun also, and left my necklace on. "That is not what we agreed for you to come down in," he reminded me.
I rolled my eyes before I began to tug up on Troy's shirt shirt. "Keep your pants on, Bolton," I instructed, taking it off. Once the shirt was off, I saw that he was now leaning against the hot tub, smiling at my apparel.
"That is more like it," Troy mentioned, smiling at me. "After you, Bolton," he said, taking my hand to help me into it. "Say it," he coaxed a few silent minutes later.
I cracked my eyes open. "Huh?" I questioned, knowing full well what he meant.
"Say it before I say I told you so," he ordered, reached for my a foot of mine.
My face scrunched. I did not what to hear an I told you so. "Fine, fine," I crumbled easily. "This is helping my back a little, I don't feel completely exposed, my bikini top is staying up as of now, and I like it," I admitted, making him smile.
"Good," he said. "I just want you to be comfortable," he told me, sitting on the edge of his seat opposite me.
My eyes closed as again as he began massaing my foot. It felt really good. "Mm, Troy," I murmured a couple minutes later.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking in to my eyes when I opened them. "Wait, you're not like, going into labor, are you?" he questioned.
I laughed. "No," I assured him, making him visually relax. "I was just thinking about what we talked about when school ended," I confessed.
He nodded. "And?" he wondered.
I shrugged. "I still don't know," I answered.
"Well, then, why did you bring it up?" he asked.
"Because, I want to know what you think about it since I know you have thought about it at least a little," I told him.
He let out a breath. "I still think it's your decision," he repeated. "I'd be convenient, it also might drive you insane, I think, and when would you go back?" he questioned. I shrugged again. "I'm sure by the time you want to go back since the twins will be in pre-school or kindergarten, you'll probably be pregnant," he said. "Maybe even before then, knowing us, do you really want to take off that long?"
"I don't know," I breathed. "I just, I don't want my children spending eight hours a day with strangers when I am perfectly capable of being with them," I replied. "But, you're right, it would drive anyone insane, but I can do it," I stated. determined.
"I know you'd be able to do it," Troy responded. "It's not about you being able to do it, it's about the fact if you'll be happy with it for a couple years, because it will be a couple years," he reminded me. "You can't just go to school, skip a few years, go back for one, skip a few more, you can't do that," he rephrased.
"I know that," I assured him. "I want to be with them, I want to be there twenty four seven with them," I went on. "I talked to Mr. Matsui about it, he said that an English aide would be happy to take over my classes for a few years, then go back to being an aide to multiple classes when I come back. He said I am a great teacher, one he doesn't want to lose to another school district because I relate to students, and they all get great scores, for the most part," I rambled. "He understands that I'd want to be with my kids in their early years, but I don't know how many years I'd be taking off to take care of them."
Troy switched feet. "If you really want my opinion, I'll give it to you," he started. "I think that you being a stay at home Mom is a great idea, one that is convenient, reasonable, and you know we can afford it. Well, I know we can afford it, especially since it won't be forever, just until the five of them are what? Four?" he asked. I nodded, about that, anyways. "That would taken minimum five years, not bad, but maximum ten, do you want to stay home for ten years?" he questioned. "Then, again I remember you talking about how you want to get your Master's degree, so staying home would give you chance to do that," he added. I hadn't thought of that. "So, when you do go back to school, you'll have a Master's degree, something you need," he carried on. "I'm all for it, but it's up to you. If you decide to keep working, I'm fine with it, but if you stay home then choose to get your Master's, that's good too," he finished.
I was quiet for a little bit, thinking about what he said. "As a teacher I am required to get more schooling," I muttered, biting my lip. "And, Mr. Matsui said he was completely fine with it. Plus, I would be able to stay home with the kids when you work, even when you don't work, which means they'll all get more time with the both of us, which is good," I said to myself.
"We don't have to decide tonight," Troy reminded me. "Matsui said we have until the beginning of July, remember?" he asked.
I nodded. "I know," I said. "But, once you brought up me wanting to get my Master's degree, I am leaning way more towards staying home," I admitted. "I think it is good, if Matsui is okay with it, and I am getting my Master's, and I'm getting to stay home with my babies, it'd be perfect," I stated. "We're good financially for me to get my Master's right?" I asked, thinking about it.
"We'd be able to swing it pretty well, but didn't your dad always say that he had enough in your college fund for you to get your Master's?" he questioned me. "He made sure you all were set," he summed up.
I nodded, knowing he always had said that. Hell, he reminded me on my graduation day from college. "He did," I confirmed. "I'll have to call him tomorrow," I mentioned. "I think I want to do it," I told Troy. "It makes sense."
Troy let go of my foot he had still be massaging. "If it's what you want and you're happy with it, I'm happy," he said, moving over to kiss me.
I kissed him back. "Troy, is that your hand untying me bikini top?" I asked. "Troy!"
Three days later, Kara and I were in a kid's clothing store in the mall. We hadn't meant to come here, but as soon as I saw it, I could not resist. "I can't believe you're quitting," she whined, sipping on her Starbucks drink. I had gotten a hot chocolate, but already finished it.
I rolled my eyes, searching through the clothes. "I am not quitting," I repeated, finding a cute baby boy button up shirt. "How adorable is this? Troy has one just like it!" I exclaimed.
"It's down right cute, and you too are quitting," she corrected me, watching as I put the shirt in with the other things I plan on buying.
"Kara, I'm going back to teaching, I really am, but for now I think it's more important to be with my children," I told her. "These two, and any others that come along," I added. "It's important to be to be a good Mom, not those who send their kids to daycare aren't, but I really want to do it full-time," I said.
She frowned. "I get that, but quitting?" she asked.
"Kara, if you call it quitting one more time," I left the threat open. "I'm taking some time off, how much, I don't know, but it isn't completely going to waste," I assured her. "Next year, maybe January or next fall all together, I'm entering a Master's degree program," I informed her.
Her eyebrows raised. "You're going for your Master's?" she questioned.
I nodded. "Yep, already talked to my dad about it," I confirmed with a nod. "Oh, my God!" I squealed, seeing teddy bear's sitting on a shelf. "I can't believe that Troy and I forgot the babies need their own stuffed animal," I said to myself. "Car- she so needs a teddy bear, just like my Teddy," I went on talking to myself, also catching myself before saying her name.
"Why did you have to talk to your dad about it?" Kara asked, looking over the stuffed animals with me. "Oh, he should totally get a wolf, wolves are like bigger dogs," she told me.
"We already have a dog," I reminded her. "I talked to him about it because he is the one paying for it. He always made sure my siblings and I could go to college without any worries, even grad school. He said he has enough left in my fund for me to go to U of A or UNM for it, and the money is mine. He said that if I didn't use it by the time I was thirty, he was gonna give it to me anyways," I explained. "So, I choose grad school. Oh! A wildcat!" Perfect!
Kara giggled at me. "You're in Mom mode," she stated. "U of A or UNM? Isn't that a bit of a step down from Stanford?" she questioned.
I tossed the wildcat into my small cart along with the teddy bear. "Well, yeah, but it's not like I can leave for two years to get it. I actually looked into both of their grad school information, it's really good," I assured her. "U of A is closer, plus their schedules are really flexible, so I can take some classes at night, or in the afternoon, and it's a pretty good curriculum, too."
"Maybe I can get it with you, take my classes at night," Kara replied. "I want my Master's, too," she mentioned.
"That'd be great," I responded, seeing a cute, I can't believe I am thinking this, pink outfit. Once I saw the ruffles, it was not an option, though. Whew. "So, that way, if I miss a class or two, you'd be able to help me," I said. "Oh! We should get Chad into it!" I suggested in a hyper voice.
Before we could talk about it, Sharpay appeared, Junior in his stroller, and Taylor next to her. "Why are you two so late?" Kara wondered, throwing her drink away in a near by trashcan.
"I had to pick someone up, someone who was doing the dirty with her husband," Sharpay answered. "She was late. Because of little Mrs. Taylor Danforth here, I had to entertain a one year old in the car for twenty minutes," she complained.
Taylor's cheeks turned pink. "Guilty," she confessed. "Did I ever tell you guys that I can't resist him when his hair is pulled back?" she asked. "I don't know why," she mumbled, her cheeks turning pink again.
"I know what you mean," I went on. "Troy and his new spikey hair mess, it's a total turn on," I agreed.
"Zeke doesn't have hair," Sharpay commented. "He has, like, an army cut," she reminded us.
Kara shrugged. "It's Tommy's eyes I lose myself in," she carried on the conversation. "His hair is that teenage hair cut swoop, that is hot, but his blue eyes?" she said. "Dreamy," she breathed.
"It's a good thing you have something to lose yourself in, or else his mouth would make you slap him too much," Sharpay mentioned.
We all laughed. "True," Kara confirmed.
"At least you all can do something about your feelings," I muttered. "I can't, if I do it I could go into labor," I explained.
"Gabi's quitting her job," Kara informed them, changing the subject, then I glared. "Sorry, sorry. I mean, she's taking time off to raise her children, and get her Master's degree," she corrected.
I smiled. "Thank you," I responded. She nodded with a smile. "We were thinking you could get Chad to join the college party," I commented Taylor.
"I can get Chad to a college party, another two years of college, not so much," she told us, causing us all to laugh again. "I'll work on it," she added.
Sharpay looked over Junior, who looked sleepy in his stroller. "Let's go eat, guys," she suggested.
I lit up at the thought of food. "I'm there, just let me pay," I stated, making them laugh some more. I had gotten the twins some more clothes, in all sizes, their stuffed animals, some more diapers along with bibs, and another backage of binks. Hey, you can never have too much, right?
"At least you'll be set," Zeke said as I showed the mini Troy shirt to them. "The more clothes the better."
Troy raised an eyebrow. "I do not plan on making my son match what I am wearing," he told me, looking over the shirt. "I'm not Sharpay," he insisted.
"Hey!" Sharpay exclaimed from where she was feeding Junior, or rather, helping Junior feed himself. "That was once," she reminded us.
I laughed. "I never said you had to wear it on the same day, I just said he'd look like you in it," I corrected him.
"Who says he is going to look like me?" Troy asked. Killjoy much? "He could have brown eyes, dark hair, and more Mexican features than mine," he went on.
I lowered the shirt. "They will not," I disagreed. "They will both have blue eyes," I stated. "I am so going to win the bet," I assured him.
"You guys and bets," Chad shook his head at us from the couch, his arm around Taylor. His hair was pulled back with a permanent smirk on his face. "That is not a good example," he commented.
"Can't you just agree with me?" I pleaded with Troy. "I mean, I'm the pregnant, hormonal one here," I mentioned.
Troy took the shirt from me, then wrapping his arms around me. "If he comes out looking like me, he'll be like my mini me in the shirt," he placated me.
The pout left my face. "Thank you," I replied, kissing him. "Now, look what else I got," I started, pulling away to open the bag. I took out the wildcat.
He looked at it. "Yeah?" he asked.
I was getting annoyed now. "Troy! They need their own stuffed animal," I filled him in. "I had Teddy the teddy bear, and you had Robo Rob the robot," I told him.
Chad burst out laughing. "I remember Robo Rob!" he wailed, making Troy lower his eyes.
"Do not make fun of Robo Rob!" he ordered from in front of me, turning to look at Chad as he sat on the ottoman. I was in the recliner, unreclined, with my feet up.
"You still have him, he's in the attic," I commented, taking the teddy bear out.
Kara waved Troy off. "Don't be embarrassed, Troy, I still have my purple elephant from when I was a kid," she confessed.
Tommy nodded from next to her. "She does."
"I have my pink puppy," Sharpay spoke up. "Sparkle is her name, I didn't carry her around like Gabi did, but I had her. She sat in my room, ready to help if she needed it," she said with complete seriousness in her voice.
"Yeah, now she is on Junior's room," Zeke carried on. "He has a green turtle, I named him Squirt, like Nemo," he added, smiling. "I don't have one."
I can't believe we are all twenty four, seriously talking about our stuffed animals most of us still have. We're a crazy bunch, but an excellent match. "Well, you cannot have Robo Rob," Troy said, making us laugh.
"I don't have my stuffed animal anymore," Chad joined in. "I never had one, I had a blankey I carried around," he confessed.
Troy nodded. "You did, we used to tie it around Rob's neck like a cape," he remembered.
"I didn't have anything, you're all weird," Taylor said when we all looked at her.
"I can't believe we're friends with her," Sharpay stated, causing more laughter as the phone rang.
I reached for it, handing Troy the teddy bear in my arms. "Hello?" I asked into it, silently pulling out the other clothes I got to show him.
"Hey, Gabi,"AJ greeted, his voice low, and he sounded tired.
I smiled, hearing from my little brother. "Hey, lil bro, what is going on?" I questioned him, mouthing the word 'AJ' to Troy, who I saw was curious.
He yawned. "Nothing, I just got home from work. Tricia fell asleep on me, actually, she fell asleep next to me, blocking my way up. I don't have the heart to wake her up, so I've been calling people. So far I've called Belle, Dylan, Felix, and now you," he informed me.
I laughed a little. "How alphabetical of you," I commented. "How is Tricia? Still miserable like I was?" I wondered. AJ and Tricia, plus their parents, talked for a long time about what to do about their new future. Finally, Tricia's parents, who really like AJ, offered to let him move in their house. They have an extra room for the nursery, and they would like to know their first grandchild is well looked after. They also added that just because they are worried doesn't mean they will be taking over any responsibilities, that is all for AJ and Tricia.
So, AJ recently moved in, got a job, along with Tricia, and she has already started her senior year via cyber school. He got a job at some summer camp that pays so well I wish I knew of it in high school, and Tricia works part-time at a nail salon, answering phone, making appointments, that kind of thing. All her medical bills are covered by her dad's health insurance, so they are already saving up for the baby. AJ is going to be going to college next year, then Tricia plans to follow the year after, like normal. Then, they will move on campus, making everything work themselves. It will work if they try hard enough.
"Pretty much, I'm glad it ends soon," he answered. Tricia got pregnant end of March, and her second trimester starts around when my babies are due. All of our brothers got together to give AJ a speech, especially Felix, the oldest. I don't know what went down, but they all hang out together a lot more. By the way, Finn, Felix's baby, is doing really well. He's adorable, too. Jaymi is already planning the wedding.
"She is too, trust me," I responded. "How are you?" I asked him.
There was a pause. "Ah, fine, tired a lot," he said. "I'm getting by, trying to help Tricia when I can," he explained.
"I know you're going through a lot, AJ, but remember you are eighteen, you can have fun from time to time," I told him. "Don't let youth pass you by," I instructed.
I heard his sigh. "I know, but I'm more worried about Tricia, my baby, and everything else more than I am worried about me," he replied. "I'll be fine, I'm a fighter, ya know?" he said. "I want my baby to have better than I did."
Aw, AJ. "He will, you're the dad," I assured him. "Hey, I have to pee, here is Troy," I offered the phone to Troy, then let him help me up so I could pee.
When I came back, Troy was done on the phone, claiming Tricia woke up, so AJ had to get off. We ordered what I wanted for dinner, Chinese. I love, love, love Chinese. After that, Junior was fussy, Taylor and Chad couldn't keep their hands off each other, and Kara and Tommy were bickering, so they all left a little before nine. I was A-okay with it, feeling free to lay down on the couch with my feet elevated. I feel like I am about to burst, my tummy hurts, and not in a labor way, in a these kids are still growing and mommy is out of room way. I've felt it throughout the second half of my pregnancy.
Troy was cleaning up the kitchen, along with putting everything I bought either in the nursery, or in the washer. All baby clothed need washed, along with some other clothes that were just dirty. When he came back up, I was watching Harry Potter which was on ABC Family, luckily, and saying the words with the characters. I still have a thing for accents. Speaking of, I should give Damien a call sometime soon, Shyanne too.
"Room for me in there?" he questioned, walking up to me.
I sighed. "There isn't enough room for me on here," I mumbled back, scooting closer to the edge so his skinny ass could slid in.
He scoffed. "You are wrong about that, baby," he replied, resting behind me.
"We're never having twins again, okay?" I told him, feeling his had gently rubbing the bottom of my sore back.
"I'll do my best," he assured me, placing a kiss on my neck.
I closed my eyes. "I'm serious, only one baby at a time from now on," I rephrased. "Tell your sperm to stop working so well," I muttered, knowing this is as comfy as I'll get, so I should enjoy it.
"Tell your eggs to come down one at a time," he responded, moving his other arm under my pillow to make himself more comfortable. It didn't bother me, he does that when we sleep, too. I am used to it by now. I actually got used to it in high school.
I smiled a little. "I'll do my best if you do yours," I compromised, listening to Harry Potter.
"Will do," he agreed.
"Mm, Troy," I spoke up after five minutes, my eyes creaking open.
His face lifted off my neck, where is was resting. "Yeah, babe?" he asked, nuzzling my neck again.
"I want dessert," I stated, making him chuckle. It felt oddly good against my neck. I'm weird.
He ran his fingers down the side of my face. "Alright, what do you want?" he questioned.
"I dunno," I muttered, having to think about it for a moment. "Oh, you just bought chocolate ice cream, right?" I wondered. I felt him nod. "Can I have that with a bowl of peanut butter, even better, just put it on top," I answered.
I knew he was smiling. "What ever you say," he replied, carefully getting up from behind me. I accidentally slid back to his spot. It was warm. "Hey, I'm getting you food, don't steal my seat," he joked.
I shrugged the best I could, smiling too. "Can you put some of that fluff on it too?" I asked, getting up a little. I put a pillow against the arm of the couch, then leaned against it, along with a pillow under my head. "But, make sure they aren't touching," I added.
"Brie, I know your pregnancy guidelines for food by now, don't you think?" he questioned, kissing me before going into the kitchen.
I went back to watching Harry Potter. "Thank you!" I called after him.
"Anytime," he shouted back as I pulled a blanket over me. It's June in Albuquerque, hot, hot, hot, but it's a little chilly in here. The air conditioner is on. It amazed me for a moment how quick the year went by, our first year of marriage. We had our fair share of troubles, different that other newlyweds, I'm sure, but either way, we're still on top, happy as ever. Truthfully, I'd be a little happier if he impregnated me a month earlier, so the birth was done, and my little ones were here.
I do love being pregnant, it's a wonderful expeirence, feeling a baby in your belly. In my case, two. It's extraordinary to feel their everyday movements, their kicks. It's the same to see them on the ultrasound machine, to hear and see their heartbeats, their gray bodies, then the picture they show of the real them. It's unexplainable, but as much as I love it, I'd love to meet them. I can't wait for it. I'm excited, happy, nervous, scared, and anxious all at the same time.
I also thought about how perfect Troy has been, like normal. I know he's scared to be a dad, but I don't know why. Well, I guess I do know why, he doesn't want to turn into his dad. I know he won't, Lucy know he won't, he's just nervous like any other dad-to-be. I tell him practically every day how great I know he will be, I know it helps.
"One pregnancy craving," he announced, walking into the room, two bowls in his hand. He handed me mine, keeping his own. I peered into his bowl, chocolate ice cream, plain.
I smiled at him, pulling at him to lean over and kiss me. He did. "Thank you," I repeated, kissing him again before letting him go.
"Hey, did we have any chocolate chips?" I asked him, eating my first bite.
He grinned, lifting himself off the couch. "I thought you'd say that when I reached in for the peanut butter, here," he said, handing me the bag. "Sorry, I think I sat on it," he apologized.
"Peshaw," I garbled, pouring some on. "It's perfect," I stated, mixing the marshmallow fluff, peanut butter, and chocolate chips on.
He shook his head at me. "Why do you always tell me to separate everything if you always mix it together?" he questioned, his eyes on the t.v. now.
"Because," I started after taking another heavenly bite. "I like it that way, don't know why," I said, having no real reason. I just like mixing it all together by myself.
He laughed a little. "I love you," he told me.
"I love you, too."
- (39 Weeks. One week from 40 which is a full pregnancy) -
I've made it this far, and I am sick of it. Seriously sick of it. I don't want to be pregnant anymore. I can't do anything normally by this point, really. I've been wearing all of Troy's clothes for the past two weeks, miserably waddling around the house, waiting to feel labor pains. I've felt nothing, nada, zelch, just my babies trying to get more room when there is none. I am done growing, literally.
I'm due the eleventh, it's the fifth, and I am done. Yesterday, for July Forth we went to Gavin's for a picnic I spent sitting under the umbrella, eating, moping, and probably growing. I'm not mad, sad, or anything, I just want these babies out. After Gavin's we went to my mom's, then home to watch the fireworks.
Let me tell you something, it's pretty bad when you can't step up onto the curb by yourself. The steps were one thing, those are a lot of steps, but one curb? Damn.
"It's only a few more days, Gabs," Alex reminded me from the couch, eating, and flipping through the channels. Vince and Alex are on Gabi watch. One person is with me at all times when Troy isn't, just in case I go into labor. It's a smart idea, and Lord knows I have enough family to pull it off, but it also gets annoying.
"Fine, you do it," I replied, getting annoyed. I am irritable these days, even with Troy. Actually, especially with Troy. Every time I make a loud noise or say the words 'oh!, ouch, wow, geez, no' or anything along those lines, he thinks I am going into labor. Trust me, when I am, he'll know it. I'll shout it it from the roof, happily. I'm scared as hell, though, seeing as the babies are both perfect for vaginal birth, as Dr. Hastings said two days ago, and I know it really will be happening any day now. Troy has to work today, until eight.
"I have a penis for a reason," he reminded me as Vince walked into the room.
"If that is what you want to call it," he joked, sitting down on the couch. "Will you stop hogging the remote, it's Gabi's house, and she's almost nine months pregnant," he reminded him, taking the remote from him, then smacked him in the back of head.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his head.
I took it, immediately turning it onto the LMN, Lifetime move network. It was a good one. My cell rang a few minutes later. I looked at the ID. Shyanne. "Hey," I greeted her, beckoning Vince over with my hand.
"Hey, Gabi," she replied, sounding happy.
Vince helped me off the chair. "Where are you going?" he questioned lowly.
"Outside, it's hot in here," I answered, tossing my hair over my shoulder.
"Hot? You have the air conditioner on, like, fifty," Alex spoke up.
I rolled my eyes. Exaggerator much? I went outside anyways, feeling it was warmer out there. "Sorry, Shy, hi," I said.
"Hola," she reponded. "What is going on my very pregnant girl?" she asked, making me sigh.
"I'm still pregnant, that still answer you question?" I wondered, thinking to myself that I shouldn't have worn my clothes today, Troy's are much comfier, and lighter. I'm wearing a pair of light jeans with holes in them, a white sleeveless shirt that went down a little past my pockets, and my black cover up I never tie. Also, black flip flops. My hair is pulled back into a bun, with hardly any make up on besides concealer, a little mascara, and eyeliner. I was in a slightly good mood this morning, then I almost peed myself. My mood went south after that. Never sneeze while pregnant. I had to change my underwear, really.
"Someone is snippy," she commented.
I smiled, leaning against the railing of the deck. "Someone is observant," I replied.
"Touche," she responded. "It'll all be over soon, Gabi," she promised.
I scoffed. "Easy for you to say," I muttered, the warmth getting to me. "What about you? What's happening with you?" I asked.
"Other than me enjoying these three glorious months of no work?" she asked rhetorically. "Nothing, hanging out with friends and family, letting him try to convince me to go off the pill," she listed off.
"I thought you both agreed to this summer?" I questioned, thinking to myself that Troy is right, a pool out here for when the kids get older (not the mention a hot me would benefit from it) would be great. We have enough room for an in-ground one.
I heard her 'heh' it. "We did, but I don't know if I am ready. We're still young, you know? I understand that you wanted a baby now, I am not arguing with you in any way, but we are different," she assured me. "I just- we're only twenty four! What is the rush?" she questioned. "I can have a baby just as well when I am forty compared to now," she stated.
"Yeah, and you'll be sixty when he or she graduates high school," I reminded her.
"So?" she questioned. "These days sixty is not old," she said. "You know what is old? Seventy five," she answered herself.
I laughed to myself. "Alright, have a baby when you are seventy five," I teased.
She laughed, too. "Ha ha," she said. "I get that you and Troy want babies now, that is fine with me, but I don't see myself wanting a baby just yet. Maybe another year, but he won't like that," she told me.
"Well, you two should both want to have a baby when you do get pregnant," I instructed her.
"I know, that is why I'm not going off the pill yet," she replied. "If I accidentally get pregnant, I'm sure I'll get excited for it during the pregnancy, but for now, I'm good where we are," she stated.
I nodded. "You better make sure Adam is good with where you are too," I commented.
"I know that, Gabs," she assured me.
"Good, I-" I stopped, feeling something. Wha?
Shyanne freaked out instantly. "Gabi? Why did you stop? You cannot have pregnant pauses when you are pregnant, people will suspect something," she informed me.
I looked down. "Sh-Shyanne, I think my water just broke," I squeaked out.
"What do you mean you think?!" she yelled on the other end.
I took in a deep breath. "No, it did break," I confirmed.
"Oh, God, what are we gonna do?" Shyanne questioned.
I started to freak too. "What do you mean 'we' huh?" I asked her. "You're in Texas!" I reminded her.
"Don't get mad at me!" she pleaded.
I shook my head, scared as hell now. "Vince! Alex!" I screamed.
The door instantly popped open. "Damn it! Why does this always happen around us?" Alex whined.
Eek! The babies are coming! I love this chapter for the most part! Some fun and fluff, friend time, a little family time, and her water broke!
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-- Kayleigh