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25 Weeks Along
I think I am going to be doing a lot of time jumping with this pregnancy, because from what you can tell, it is an easy one for her, and not all pregnancies will be (hint, hint)
I hope you all don't mind!
Named Eye To Eye from the Goofy Movie because I feel that T and G see eye to eye in the end... listen to the song!
"What the hell could they be talking about for that long?" Taylor questioned as we made lunch in my kitchen. We were sitting outside (underneath umbrellas and blankets because our husbands made us), but we got hungry. We're all very pregnant at this point, so getting hungry was bound to happen. I am five months, Taylor is just over six, and Sharpay is almost four.
I shrugged after I closed the oven. "I dunno, you know boys and their toys," I sighed before yawning on accident.
"I don't know if a pool constitutes a toy," Sharpay commented. "Depending on how you use it, maybe," she added with an evil smile.
Taylor and I laughed. After a discussion, which is code word for fight, Troy and I have decided to build a pool outback. Troy's wanted one since we moved in, but we kept putting it off because of us trying to get pregnant and then getting pregnant and having kids, I never thought it was the right time. However, Troy started whining for it and I was sick of it, so I agreed. It is going to be an underground pool four feet on one side and eight feel on the other, along with a slide and diving board and the whole works. It's being installed for the next month or so by some company I already forget the name of. I told Troy if he wants it, he can deal with it. I have to admit though; a pool will be good for summers with the kids, especially in the New Mexico heat we live in.
"Am I paying them to sit out there and talk to my husband?" I wondered a minute later. I felt a hard hit on the inside of my belly. This baby girl can kick like no other. Yep, it's a girl and all Troy and I do is fight about names. We both wanted a boy, but have no problems with a girl. As long as she's healthy, I am happy, and so is Troy of course. He is upset about having another girl to worry about. I don't understand him when he's fueled with testosterone.
"I'm not sure," Taylor mentioned, ignoring or oblivious to my pain. I yawned again. "What is up with you? You've been yawning since we got here. It can't because Troy kept you up, you said he had the night shift last night," she reminded me.
I nodded. "It's Carmin. She would not sleep last night," I yawned again.
"Junior's always slept," Sharpay spoke up. "I hope this one is like him, only a girl. It better be a girl, dammit!" she swore. Shar is literally praying for a girl. Taylor is having a girl and so am I, so naturally, Shar does too, plus the fact that she is Sharpay and she won't feel complete without a daughter.
Taylor and I laughed. "Carmin was horrible last night, honestly. It's usually Tristin who gets the night terrors and wakes us up. Even with him, though, we just bring him to our bed and he's fine. But last night, she would not stop crying. If I put her down, she would crawl in to my lap. If I tried to play, she literally threw everything that usually entertains her. If I tried to make her watch TV, she was more entertained by my hair or breaking something. If I fell asleep on accident, she was sure to wake me up. Finally, I did fall asleep around when Troy came home. Of course, all he had to do was put her in her crib and she went out like a light," I complained.
"What is it about little girls and their dads?" Taylor wondered. "When I was four, I put on the only white dress I had and asked my dad to marry me," she remembered.
"A lot of little girls do that," I mentioned. "I learned about it at Stanford at this seminar Shy made me go to. I forget what it's called, but children want to marry and be with their opposite sex parent and want to kill the same sex parent. They would also copy their same sex parent to try and make the opposite sex parent happy. The guilt from wanting to kill them does something to them or something," I rambled off. "Yeah, that's all I remember," I sighed.
My friends laughed. "That's so weird. This is our dads we're talking about. You're telling me I wanted to kill my mother and marry my father?" Sharpay asked.
"Well, not every child goes through it. It's common though. It's only a phase," I insisted. "I am going to go see what the boys are doing," I said.
"Don't forget Carmin," Sharpay teased.
I rolled my eyes. "She acts more like a boy than Tristin does sometimes," I mumbled, making Taylor and Sharpay laugh.
I navigated my way through the house to the back porch. I found all the boys playing together, big ones and small ones, including Carmin. As I began watching I saw Tristin pick up a football and attempt to throw it to Troy. Troy practically dove for it to catch it. I put a hand on my belly. I can't wait for her to be here. I love watching Troy with our kids. I smiled when Carmin ran for the football in Troy's hands, but Chad held her back by tickling her. Zeke, on the other hand, was saying something to Junior which made him laugh.
Chad finally let Carmin go after a minute. She ran for Troy, her arms up, wanting to be picked up or ready to jump on him. She chose jumping on him and Tristin happily joined in. I laughed. "Bolton!" I called out.
Troy instantly looked up at me. I waved him over. He stood with Carmin and Tristin upside down in his arms, both laughing hysterically. On his way over, he handed them off to Chad. He then finished his way to me. "You, Gabriella Carmen Bolton, should be wearing a jacket. It's February you know," he informed me as he approached.
"You are way too over protective," I stated before kissing him.
"Doesn't the pool look great?" he questioned with a smile. He's such a guy.
I shrugged. "If you mean does my yard being carved up look great, then no," I answered fueled with pregnancy hormones.
"Don't get snotty because I refuse to agree to Marisol," Troy insisted while linking our hands together.
I glared. "I hate that you know me so well," I groaned.
He chuckled while squeezing my fingers gently. "Do not, you love it," he urged.
"Shut up," I ordered. "I just don't understand why you won't agree," I whined. "I like that name, it's Spanish, you wanted to baby to be named after me. I am of Spanish descent," I reminded him.
"It seems like a bitchy name to me. I know that there are many Marisol's in the world and not all of them are bitchy, I still refuse to name my daughter Marisol," he said. "Now, if you would agree to Genevieve, then we could move onto a middle name," he finished.
I shook my head. "It's too big of a name for a baby," I declined. "I like Grace more than I like Genevieve, but not as a first name," I informed him.
"Brie, babies grow up into big people called adults like you and me. More me than you, of course," he joked, at least I think. He better be joking.
"It's been vetoed, get over it and pick another name!" I demanded angrily.
Troy kissed my forehead. "Yes, ma'am, as long as you do the same," he replied. I hate when he tries to be cute by kissing my forehead just to make me not pregnant-angry at him. It works though. "Now, back to this you out here not wearing a jacket business," he picked back up from where we began. "This is hardly winter clothing," he added, overlooking my appearance.
I looked down at my black heel-less boots that go to my knees, my long slightly ripped jeans, and my black long-sleeved shirt that has a big of a v-neck going on, but not very deep. It didn't help my case that my sleeves and sides of my shirt were sheer and partially see-through. "I like this outfit. It's comfy, it fits, and I'll only be out here for a minute or so more," I assured him.
"Why are you out here?" he wondered while stepping closer to me.
"Well, we're making lunch in there. The kids all gotta be hungry about now, and that includes you, Chad, and Zeke," I told him.
Troy smiled at me. "We're not that bad," he insisted.
"I'm pretty sure I just saw your best friend it a leaf or dirt over there," I said and pointed at Chad.
Troy turned. "Chad doesn't count," he stated instantly with a laugh and turned back to me. "I'm a big boy, call and ask my mommy," he challenged.
"Your mother? Me? Call? Please! I'd be on the phone for hours with bitching and moaning about not knowing about the pregnancy for so long and how she's practically my step mother along with my mother-in-law and how she trusts me with her baby boy and I shouldn't have not told her about her next grandchild and blah, blah, blah," I rambled. "That is not worth it."
Troy laughed. "I can't believe we've become people who avoid their mother's phone calls," he commented. Honestly, we've always been those people; we just do it more often now. "They are annoying, aren't they?" he asked.
I nodded. "At least you take your step mother's calls," I added. Troy still talks to Tiffany and Jackie. Jackie is all about being like his big brother these days. We sent pictures and Tiffany says Jackie keeps wanting to dress like Troy and talk like him. Troy hopes it is killing his dad. They still haven't spoken. We're planning on a visit late this summer once the baby is a few months old and manageable. It will be nice to see my dad and Lucy too.
"She doesn't act like my step mother, she's not even a year older than me," he reminded me. "Stop calling her that, it's weird," he went on. "I prefer to think of her as the mother to my half-brother," he stated.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, round up the troops before we eat it all," I told him and gave him a peck on the lips before going back inside.
"That took longer than expected," Sharpay commented once I came back into the kitchen. She was flipping the chicken tenders. Taylor nodded.
"Sorry, Troy and I got to talking about names and our mothers," I informed them.
"They still are being unreasonable?" Taylor questioned. I nodded. "I can see why, I can't believe you guys didn't tell anyone," she said.
Oh, geez, let's start in on this. You would not believe how many people yelled at us for not telling about the pregnancy. My mother, Troy's mother, my sister's, my older brothers, Taylor, Sharpay, Kara, Dan (the fire chief), and surprisingly, Tommy all gave us a 'stern' talking to. He prays he is godfather. Him and Troy didn't talk for a few weeks, and then magically were bffs again like nothing happened. I asked Troy why but he said it was a guy thing and it was over so I shouldn't worry about it. I trust him, so I haven't thought about it. Anyways, we still get lectured for it to this day. Plus, everyone made us promise the next time I get pregnant we tell everyone the day we find out. I'm not sure that will exactly happen, but in the same week I can do.
"I can't believe you got pregnant on my wedding night," Sharpay sighed. Zeke didn't like too much. It's a guy thing, I'm sure.
"I don't do anything half-assed," Troy made his presence known. "I do work and I do it well," he added on.
I smiled at him. "I'm happy," I agreed and he smiled back.
"Oh, please, wasn't the newlywed bliss supposed to end a year and a half ago?" Taylor asked in a tone of annoyance. She isn't the happiest pregnant person.
"Tay, you know them, they're going to be ooey gooey idiots until they're old and wrinkly," Sharpay told her. "We really need to get used to it," she muttered.
Excuse me for having a happy marriage. "Where are my babies?" I asked Troy.
"Chad's in the bathroom but Tris and Carma are with Zeke and Junior in the living room," Troy answered jokingly. "I hope you all made more than chicken, I'm starving. I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast," he said with a pointed-look towards me.
"Act like your hormonally and sexually driven wife wanting to be pleasured bothers you," I challenged him. "Go ahead," I ordered.
He kissed my forehead on the way to the fridge. There is that cutely calm Brie down thing. "I'm not angry about it, I'm merely saying you are the reason I didn't eat this morning," he assured me. See? "Didn't eat food, anyways," he mentioned as he opened a water bottle.
"Oh, ewe."
"Gross."
We laughed at our friends. "What's for lunch?" Chad wondered, walking in.
"Not what Troy's having," Sharpay joked.
I shot her a mean look. "Troy's not getting anything," I said. "We ordered pizza for us," I told him.
"Troy doesn't get pizza?" Chad asked confusedly.
Taylor shook her head and pressed herself against him. "Leave it alone, babe," she insisted.
"Alicia," I spoke up, looking up at Troy.
He swallowed his sip of water. "I don't think so; do you know what the first day of school will be like for her? Every teacher will probably butcher it. She'd get A-lee-c-a and A-leash-e-a. Let's keep is simple," he suggested.
"Simple? You want Genevieve," I reminded him.
"And you vetoed it, so it doesn't matter," he responded. "It's a no," he answered.
"You annoy me," I accused grumpily.
He took another swig of water. "You're pregnant; a lot of people annoy you. And, I didn't annoy you this morning when you jumped me," he told me.
"Ooooh," Chad instigated.
"Don't 'oooh' me Chaddeus," I ordered. "You agree to everything Taylor wants!" I whined more for me rather than as a point.
He nodded. "I'm still gonna love my daughter no matter what her name is," he agreed. "Besides, Taylor has better taste than I do," he said.
"Why can't you be like Chad?" I asked Troy.
He laughed. "You want me to eat dirt?" he questioned.
"You ate dirt?" Taylor wondered towards Chad.
"It's hard to resist my godson's cute face," he defended himself. "Look at it!" he urged, pointing at the doorway.
Indeed, my son was there, holding the orange ball from before. He did look so adorable. "Can't argue that," I smiled. "Come 'ere, buddy," I said with my hands out. I caught him and put him up on the kitchen counter across from Troy. He threw the ball at Troy's face once, but he caught it.
"Stop throwing things at me," he pretended to be angry while walking over to me and our son. He kissed his head and gave the ball back. Tristin giggled adorably.
"Me!" another baby made it known, she to be exact. "Mommeee!" she drawled out as she dashed for me.
Troy caught her before I could. He kept her in his arms rather than put her down. "Kiss Mom, go on," he encouraged, holding her out to me. She wouldn't go along with not getting what she wants. She began to kick and hold her arms out for me.
I took her from Troy. "I'm fine with her, babe," I assured him, knowing he would worry. My stomach is steadily growing, it's not as easy to hold my babies as it used to be, but I am not letting it hold me back. Soon, they'll be too big to hold. Troy is always over protective, especially when I am pregnant, but he would never stop me from holding Carmin or Tristin. "Hey, Carma-Lu," I greeted with a kiss to the cheek. She kissed me before burrowing her face in my neck. She's tired. She better be tired, she kept me up all night.
"We can't let her sleep too much today, then she'll be awake all night again," Troy spoke up as our friends conversed around us. Zeke and Junior had joined the gathering.
"That's not my problem, it's yours, Daddy," I teased. He smiled at me and kissed the back of Carmin's head. Tristin interrupted it by throwing the ball at them, successfully hitting Carmin because Troy didn't see it coming. Like any other sleepy toddler, Carmin began to wail.
"Alright, you," Troy started, grabbing Tristin from the counter. "I get you're in the ball phase and I love it, but you shouldn't throw them at people unless they're your uncles," he told him.
I rolled my eyes while rubbing Carmin's back and saying soothing words in her ear. "I am not excited for that," Chad said as Carmin cried.
"You get used to it," Troy responded.
"Believe me, you do," Sharpay agreed as Junior pulled on her shirt repeatedly.
Parenthood, man, it's a bitch and a blessing. More a blessing than a bitch if you ask me, and I'm sure most people would agree, but no one likes a cranky toddler and that is exactly what I have on my hands, literally.
"Elena!" I called into the bathroom from the bed later that night. I'm almost about to pass out from exhaustion, but wanted to wait for Troy. The gang stayed at our house until about six, then left so we could bathe the twins and do their bedtime routine. Carmin continued to be cranky most of the day and Tristin wasn't easy to deal with either since he kept throwing balls at either Troy or Carmin. I was out of the line of fire, thankfully. Maybe he's going through the phase where he wants to kill Troy and marry me, who knows? At least he doesn't throw things at me.
The faucet turned off. "No, go to sleep!" Troy replied.
"Why?" I questioned, flipping through the baby names book.
"Because you're tired," Troy told me.
I sighed. "No, I mean, why is Elena vetoed?" I corrected myself.
"Remember Evan and Eva? Our niece and nephew? I would rather not over use the letter E," he informed me. "It's bad enough you insist naming all our boys with T's when we know too many T's as it is," he added.
I shrugged. Fine, but I liked that name! The only husband I know who interferes with names is Zeke, other than Troy, obviously. My sisters put off the name talk until they are in labor so they get their way. They had their baby's by the way. Serena had a boy, Cruz Gabriel Jones. He wasn't intentionally named after me, they both liked the name and I am her sister, so they stuck with it. Belle had a boy too, Noah Matthew James. They were coincidentally born on the same day, eleven hours and forty five minutes apart. I won the bet, thank you very much. Since all the siblings and spouses were in it, besides the pregnant ones, I made over one hundred dollars. They still don't know about it. Oh, yeah, Jaymi is pregnant.
"Julieta?" I wondered aloud.
Troy came out of the bathroom. "Maybe," he answered. "You. Need. To. Sleep," he emphasized every word as he walked to me. He kissed my cheek before saying, "You're on my side of the bed."
I scooted over. "I was getting it warm for you," I told him. "One more name," I pleaded.
Troy turned on the TV and turned off the light. "Fine, but you better already have it in your head," he said, then took the book from my hands and put it on his bedside table.
"Lola?" I asked and rolled over to face him.
"Maybe," he repeated while cupping my cheek. "Will you please sleep? I don't want to worry about you tomorrow," he insisted.
I made a face. He has a twelve hour shift tomorrow. I hate when he worries about me at work. He works seven to seven. "I'm going to sleep. I don't have a switch in my head, though. Talk to me, I like the sound of your voice," I said and snuggled into him.
"Mm, I dunno, the more I talk, the more likely she is to kick," he reminded me. That's true. She never kicks when Troy isn't home or around me in some way. Today, she kicked when he wasn't technically around me, but he was on the same property. The twins kicked more when he was around, but they did kick when he was not around sometimes.
"I don't care, it will lull me to sleep," I whispered into his chest.
"I don't want to name our daughter Julieta now that I think about it," he told me. "It reminds me of Jack and I don't like that name, it's my dad's. I do love my little brother, but I wasn't involved in naming him," he commented.
I wrapped my arm around his torso to get myself more comfortable. "Then, its out," I said. "So far we have Lola, Grace, Regina, and Bethany," I listed off.
"Yep, now think of something tiring," Troy suggested. "And, not sex, that will only keep you awake," he reminded me.
I smiled. "Running. Running is tiring," I spoke up. "I can't even run anymore, just a walk or two around the block when you are home," I said. When Troy is home, we take the twins out for a walk around the neighborhood; I like the idea of working out when I am pregnant. It helps me so I gain enough weight, but not too much.
I felt Troy kiss my head. "I love ya, babe," he told me.
"Love you, too," I responded. "Always," I said with a small smile.
His chuckle made his chest rumble. "Always, always, baby," he agreed with a hand on my stomach.
-xoxo-
What is the point of cell phones if the person you are dying to reach does NOT use it? And I REFUSE to call him!
I can't believe my idiotic husband would do this, especially when I am pregnant. I can't believe he would do this in general. Does he not know how much I worry? Does he not know how this stresses me out? I would kill him if he was a cat and have nine lives and would come back from the dead. I really wouldn't want to waste one on this seeing as he is a firefighter, but I can envision it. Hell, I can't even envision it that is how much I love him. I would like to envision it.
How can I love him so much and be so pissed at him at the same time? It doesn't even make sense to me. I've never been angrier at him than right now. It does not help that I am pregnancy hormones keeping me angry. I wasn't even as angry when I found out he probably-most likely slept with Sharpay. I was very angry then, that shows how angry I am now. My ass of a husband got out of work at seven today after his twelve hour shift. That's fine, but it's almost eleven and he isn't home yet. I don't even care if he went out with friends, but he didn't call me. Does he know where my mind goes an hour after he gets out of work and he isn't home yet? I called the firehouse, just in case. They said everything went normal today, so there is no reason why Troy shouldn't have been home unless he went out with the guys. So, I called Kara. Kara and Tommy moved in together a bit ago. Kara said Tommy called her and said some of the guys were going out to the bar. Troy was with them. That pissed me off even more. Tommy called Kara but Troy didn't call me? I refuse to call him, I'm stubborn like that. This has never happened before. Troy always calls, even to check in.
Because I am so angry, our house is very clean, I am very organized with school, and the twins' room is even clean. (That never happens.) It's gonna need to be cleaned soon anyways; we're changing their room in a few weeks. We want the new baby in their room, just so it is easier for when she cries in the middle of the night. We're buying to toddler beds for the twins; I already have them picked out. They are child-size and have bars on the sides, and once they're older, we can take the bars off. We're taking apart one crib and keeping one up for the new baby.
I thought of this as I heard the garage door open. I put the last bowl inside the dish washer and turned it on. The house is officially spotless. I hate cleaning, so damn my husband. He's lucky his wife cleans when she is angry. When he's angry he goes for a long run or plays basketball or works out. I don't have that option because he got me pregnant. (Okay, so I wanted that, I don't care. It's not always a breeze being pregnant, you know!) I stayed in the kitchen, wanting him to come to me. I'm not going to meet him at the steps and fight with him there. He can find me with fear. I was cleaning the sink (yes, I clean the sink) when I heard Troy make it to the first floor. He heard me and came over.
"Why is it so clean in here?" he asked upon seeing me. Is he serious? I ignored him while rinsing out the sink one last time. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Again, is he serious? "What happened?" he wondered against my neck before kissing it.
I smacked the sink off and wiped off my hands before leaving his arms. "You should know," I answered surprisingly calm.
Troy looked at me with confusion written all over his face. "Are you really going to make me guess, Brie? It's been a long day," he sighed while running a hand down his face.
"You're telling me," I commented. Troy continued to look confused. Is he seriously this slow? "Do you have any idea what time it is?" I questioned him.
His head fell back. "Are you seriously pissed I went out to have a few drinks with the guys?" he asked. "You've never cared before," he reminded me.
I nodded. "I don't care if you had drinks with the guys!" I assured him loudly. "Laugh, and joke, and drink all you want with the guys," I told him.
"Then, what the hell is the problem? Is this some hormonal thing?" he questioned. Wow.
I shook my head. "You got out of work at seven, Troy!" I exclaimed. "It's a quarter passed eleven and you didn't think to call me," I said. "Did you not think I would worry? That I might think you're dead or trapped under some beam or in the hospital and they haven't gotten around calling me?" I demanded to know.
The realization flooded his eyes. "Brie, I didn't-" he stopped. He stepped forward but I stepped back. "Gabriella, I didn't even think- fuck, I'm so stupid!" he cursed himself.
"Don't start putting yourself down, that's my job right now," I cut in. "Do you have any idea what kind of hell you put me through?" I asked.
"I can imagine," he responded lowly.
"No, you can't! I'm a teacher! No, I'm a student and the worst thing that can happen to me right now is the baby kicking too hard or a paper cut," I told him. "You have no idea what it's like to be a firefighter's wife. You're just the firefighter, the man who tells me over and over that you'll never leave me, and then you go and do something like this. Do you know that I thought something was wrong with me because I didn't feel anything?" I wondered.
Troy stepped forward but I didn't step back this time. "Gabriella, I am so sorry," he apologized. "You have every right to be pissed at me," he agreed.
I stomped my foot. "Don't agree with me!" I ordered. "I've been working myself up and getting ready for a fight for hours now. So dammit I am gonna get one," I stated.
"I'm not going to fight with you, Brie," Troy defied me. "Because, you're right, I'm an ass for not calling and worrying you," he told me. "But, you know I always do. I always call, I even call half the time I get out of work to see if you want anything and you know it," he said.
"That doesn't matter. You didn't call this time. I'm pregnant, Troy, don't you see that?" I got back to my argument. "Don't you know that the first thing I envisioned was that you were dead? Do you have any idea what that is like for me? I can't be without you and once again you made me think I could be. You made me think I'm alone with three kids and-" I choked on my own words. I turned around so he couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes. Damn hormones. I hate crying!
Troy came up behind me but stepped away. "Brie, I can't just stand here while you're crying," he insisted in a strained voice.
I did my best to slow the tears as I wiped my face. "I-I don't ca-care," I stuttered out. A second later, a cry was heard from upstairs. It was Tristin, I knew this instantly, as I am sure Troy did too. He sounded scared and wanted one of us, obviously. It was probably another night terror. Poor baby boy, he inherited bad dreams from me. I hate that. I sniffled. "You should go get him. All he wanted before bed was Daddy anyways," I said.
Troy could do nothing but comply. Tristin is our son; he couldn't ignore his cries. On his way past me, he kissed my head, but I didn't respond in any way. "I really am sorry," he muttered, then quickly climbed the steps. It was only a moment later Tristin's cries came to a halt because he saw his father and knew everything was okay.
I knew he was sorry, I didn't doubt that. Also, after talking to him, I could see that he really did just forget. He would never intentionally worry me, especially when he knows how sensitive I am about this, and especially when he knows I am pregnant and would never want to cause stress. I leaned down to put my head against the edge of the counter with my arms underneath it. It felt cool against me, I liked that. I evened out my breathing slowly. As I calmed myself down, I felt the baby kick. Of course, she hasn't done it all day.
The action alone made me smile. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" I asked softly, straightening myself out. I rubbing my belly lovingly for a moment. I hadn't felt any movement in a while, I figured she was sleeping. I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary now, so I assumed she was moving in her sleep before. I love being pregnant with only one baby. It is so much easier. After a few minutes when Troy still hadn't come back, I decided to go upstairs.
I peeked inside the twin's room to see what Troy was doing. He was holding Tristin in a rocking chair. Our son was leaning against his chest with a blanket wrapped around him and Troy's arms were around him. I saw Troy's lips moving, but I couldn't make out the words, they were too soft, probably because Carmin was sleeping. Knowing he had everything handled, not that I doubted him, I went into our bedroom. I changed into a pair of black cut-off sweatpants I had cut the bottoms off of a while ago and a red tank top. I threw on a hoodie before going out on the balcony.
I thought of Troy and how I overreacted in the kitchen. I meant to be angry, I didn't mean to cry and not let him touch me. I know how much he hates to see me cry. I didn't even want to cry, I was just emotional. I had actually begun to shiver, but that was when a blanket magically fell on me. Troy tucked it around me like a cocoon before kissing my cheek. "Still mad?" he questioned.
I didn't look at him. "Yes," I answered while scooting forward to make room for him to sit. He happily sat behind me with a leg on either side of me. "How's Tristin?" I wondered.
"Sleeping," he told me, tightening his hold on me. I didn't mind. "It was another dream, I hope they pass soon," he commented.
"Me too, trust me," I sighed. "He gets them from me," I mumbled sadly. Troy and I were both quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, Troy," I apologized.
A laugh bubbled out his lips. "Why are you apologizing to me, Brie?" he questioned. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the ass, I didn't call you, I worried you, I deserve the bitching rant you plan to give me," he insisted.
"That's true, but," I stopped to turn myself to face him slightly. "I didn't mean to cry. I know how much you hate to see me cry. I wouldn't even let you touch me. I'm sorry for that. I was angry and hormonal and-"
"Stop apologizing," Troy ordered me. "You're right, I hate to see you cry, but I'm not exactly your favorite person right now," he reminded me. "I'm the one who should be sorry, and I am, believe me, I am. I'd never worry you on purpose; I know how much you do worry anyways. I hate that I completely forgot. Work today was stressful and I wanted a few beers before coming home, that's all. I didn't even drink two full beers to be honest." His head fell to the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders before threading my hands into his hair. "I'm so sorry," he repeated.
I kissed his neck lightly. "Why was work stressful?" I asked softly.
Troy shook his head while lifting it up. My hands fell to his shoulder. "It was busy is all," he tried to sugarcoat it. "I'm beat," he breathed.
"Tell me why it was stressful or I'll beat it out of you," I threatened.
His forehead rested on mine. "Do you forgive me?" he changed the subject. ""I promise it will never happen again," he added.
"Troooy," I drawled out in frustration. "Tell me and I'll forgive you," I compromised.
"What, are you five?" he asked sarcastically.
I nodded. "I know you are but what am I?" I joked. Even he laughed at this. "Please, for our new daughter?" I pleaded, holding his hand on my blown up stomach.
"Not fair," he whined, but I could tell he was crumbling. "It was nothing, Brie- ow!" he exclaimed when I pinched him. "I was getting to it!" he assured me. I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Bolton," he ordered. "Anyways, we were called out to a car crash. It was three cars, some pretty bad fender benders. The car that got the worst damage was the second car, the one in the middle, and the woman driving, well," he stopped for a moment. "She was pretty pregnant and when she crashed..." he trailed off. He coughed awkwardly. I was sure I knew what happened, but he went on anyways. "She lost the baby," he finished.
I immediately felt for the woman. That has to be so horrible... I don't even want to think about it. I was once in the position of almost losing Carmin and Tristin. I don't know what I would have done if I had. I don't know what Troy would have done. It would have been so hard and heartbreaking and... I can't. I shook my head. I rested a hand on the side of his face. "I'm sorry, Troy. It must have been hard to see that," I murmured.
He let out a breath and leaned into my hand. "She cried hysterically for what seemed like forever. It was hard to look, but it was like you couldn't look away either. Tommy sent me to the other side of the truck after a few minutes; he could tell I was having trouble seeing it. Everyone was, but not everyone else's wife is pregnant. I don't want you to drive for another four months," he said and bent down so his face was against my stomach.
"Troy, I have to drive," I told him. "But, if it makes you feel better, I'll do whatever I can not to drive," I stated. "Carpool," I simply said.
He kissed it through my shirt before sitting up. "A bus took her to the hospital so she could deliver," he told me. "I can't even imagine what it would be like to lose a baby like that. In high school, it was different. Neither of us were ready for a baby, you know that. If you hadn't had a miscarriage, he would have handled it, that is for sure, but it wasn't the right time. But, even though we were only seventeen, it still hurt. It hurt even then, so I can't imagine it happening if you were that far along like my mom," he stopped again.
I took Troy's face in my hands and kissed it all over. I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his nose, his lips, everywhere. "You don't have to worry about me, Troy," I assured him. "One scare is enough for me, what happened with Carmin and Tristin was horrible enough. Trust me, I play it safe. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise," I stated.
"I believe you," he whispered, then kissed me on the lips again. We hugged for a long time after that. Now, I could understand why it slipped his mind to call me. After seeing that and having a pregnant wife, I can see why he wasn't thinking normally. "Forgive me?" he wondered.
I held him tighter somehow. "Of course," I mumbled. "I can't stay mad at you for too long anyways, you're too darn cute," I said to attempt to lighten the mood.
"I'm surprised my cute face even affects your mood after all these years," he commented.
I pulled away. "It'll never stop affecting me, Troy. You'll be able to use it to your advantage our whole life," I insisted.
"Thanks for informing me now," he teased jokingly.
I smiled at him. I noticed the moon in my peripheral vision and looked up. It was a full moon tonight. It was beautiful. Troy leaned over to kiss my cheek. I turned my head to kiss him. "Isn't the moon pretty?" I questioned.
He looked up like I did. "Mm-hm," he agreed. "But it's not nothin' on you," he assured me.
"You charmer," I accused while pinching his cheek. "I picked a name out for the baby today," I commented nonchalantly.
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he questioned.
I nodded. "Uh-huh, and I think you'll like it. It's Spanish and has a G in it," I informed him.
"Well, due tell, Bolton," he urged me on.
"Lola," I told him. "Lola Grace," I finished. "We can call her Lo. I was thinking about it all day. It was between Elena Grace and Lola Grace. But, you vetoed Elena last night, and I like the sound of Lola Grace more. We don't know any Lola's, we don't even know that many people with L names," I rambled on. "Lola means sorrows, but I really like it, Troy-" he cut me off by kissing me.
"I think it's perfect," he agreed with me. "Lola Grace Bolton. Is that your name?" he asked my belly.
I giggled at his silliness. "She's asleep, babe," I told him.
"I'll ask her in the morning, then," he said as if she would have a reaction. Actually, knowing how attached the baby is to Troy merely from her only kicking when she is around tells me she just may have a reaction in the morning. I have a feeling this one will be a complete Daddy's girl and I love it. Troy insists she'll be my little mini me like I wanted during my first pregnancy. I didn't exactly get my mini Troy but I am confident I will one of the next two times I'm preggers. "We're not telling the family until she's born again. I like them not knowing," he added on.
I nodded. "Fine with me," I whispered. "I love you, Troy," I spoke up after a few minutes of Troy holding me while rubbing my belly.
"I love all of you," he responded sweetly, and I knew he meant more than me and Lola. He meant Tristin and Carmin too.
Hm, we finally named her. At least that means we won't be fighting over that anymore. Thank God.
So sorry this took forever! I hope you like it and her name! I was going to leave you hanging on the name until she was born, but I figured I owed it to you after making you wait so long.
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- Kayleigh