Chapter Thirty-Two: Give Her The World

A/N: Another future one! (I've been enjoying those) You get to read about the living hell Eddie went through four months before their lovely daughter Kate was born :) Have fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis

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Give her the world...

"I don't fit in anything anymore!" Patricia whined, tossing almost everything out of the three drawers of her clothes that occupied Eddie's bureau.

"You look great." He assured her from their bed, where he was barley awake.

"Five months in Eddie!" Patricia pointed to her protruding stomach. "I have an entire four months left and I already can't put anything on."

"Okay we'll go buy maternity clothes. No big deal." Eddie re-buried his face in the white pillow, letting out a tired groan soon afterwards.

"I can't leave if I'm not wearing anything." She spat. "I hate you. This is all your fault."

"Don't you dare blame – yeah it's my fault." Eddie sighed, looking once again at his pregnant girlfriend.

"We could've at least gotten married." She pouted.

"Hey we will."

"I know that genius! There are more important things in the world than marriage. God keep up, what the hell am I supposed to wear?"

"Okay, first." Eddie got out of bed and started rubbing her shoulders. "Calm down. And second," he placed a kiss on her cheek. "I have a pile of old, big shirts that I wear to bed. Just steal those."

"Fine." Patricia walked out of his hold and started rummaging through the pile he pointed to. "These are all so ugly!" She complained.

"Offensive," Eddie rolled his eyes. "And I told you their old. Here" He handed her a navy blue one that was sitting, still crumpled at the bottom of the drawer. "Wear this, you look amazing in blue."

"I look like America and Britain puked all over me." Patricia motioned to her red hair.

"America and Britain will be puking all over us soon." Eddie placed his palm on her stomach, showing that he was referring to their un-born child.

"Great!" Patricia spat. "Way to turn my day into sunshine!"

"Okay, I'm sorry." Eddie held up the shirt again. "Just yesterday you told me that blue was your, uh 'color.'" Eddie air quoted color.

"Yesterday was a different day!" She barked.

"Man do I love your raging hormones." Eddie sighed. "Only four more months." He reminded himself under his breath. "Okay chose whatever shirt you want, I'll be in the kitchen."

"No you will not." Patricia crossed her arms. "I want seafood. Now."

"You hate seafo-"

"Stop yelling at me!" She pouted. "I want seafood."

"Okay change quickly and then we can go to Red Lobster. Deal?"

"Why?" She whined, stamping her foot down.

"Patricia Williamson," Eddie warned.

"I hate you." She sighed, shoving him out of the bedroom and locking the door behind him. She quickly pulled the shirt over her head, and ran a hair brush through her wet, stringy red hair.

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"These clothes are for old ladies." Patricia held up a pile of maternity clothes from a nearby shelf. Eddie restrained himself from reminding her that she wasn't a teenager anymore, because he had learned the hard way that telling a pregnant Patricia that she was old, was not pretty.

"Here" Eddie handed her a pile of plaid shirts. "you also look adorable in plaid."

"Shut up." She groaned, snatching the clothes from his hand, and a few other available things and stalking to the changing room.

Eddie shook his head tiredly. He loved her more than he thought possible, but that didn't stop the fact that she was so damn annoying when she got to rule over him. And he learned quickly that that was the idea in a pregnant woman's mind. You get her fat she gets to take complete control over you for nine months. Then, after slaving away for her, she immediately feels like the baby cares more about her than you, and you become the third wheel. But really, Eddie didn't mind that much. What he was entirely focused on was getting these upcoming months of torture over with.

"Hey Yacker?" He called after minutes of no noise from her. "Are you okay?"

"Shut up!" She commanded. "I'm trying stuff on."

"Are you going to show me the clothes after you put them on?"

"No. I look so awful in everything."

"You're pregnant." He reminded her.

"Oh so that automatically makes me ugly?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that. Just keep your voice down, and come out whenever you're ready. I'll wait silently over in a corner or something."

"Finally." She groaned. Eddie let out a deep sigh before walking over to an available bench near the changing rooms and pulling out his phone. He figured he now had time to text people back, because Patricia hadn't been very fond of him ignoring her for his phone recently.

"What are you doing?" There was Patricia, her hands on her hips, glaring down at him.

"Nothing." He quickly put his phone away. "Find anything you like?"

"Sure." She shoved the pile of necessary clothes towards him. "I hate them all." She reminded him as they walked towards the check-out counter.

"Hi ma'am." The young boy at the counter greeted the couple. "Are you a frequent customer here at Walmart?"

"Don't you think if I was I would look worse than this?" She pointed to the old shirt of Eddie's she was wearing.

"Okay," Eddie butted in, pushing Patricia behind him. "Sorry about her." Eddie shot Patricia a glare. "She's uh… hormones." He sighed.

"No problem." The boy continued smiling. "That comes to a total of $50.99"

"What the hell? I barley bought anything!" Patricia complained.

"That's a good price." Eddie assured her. "Thank you." He handed the cash to the boy, took their bag from his hands, and then grabbed onto Patricia's wrist pulling her outside. "What was that?" He burst once the automatic doors closed behind them.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered. "I just really hate this." A tear ran down her cheek. "I can't control what I say or do or want-"

"Okay, I'm sorry." Eddie took her in his arms. "Please stop crying."

"I can't" she complained.

"For me?"

"You're not making it any better." She spat.

"And she's back!" Eddie cheered, placing a kiss on her lips. "I love you, and you're going to be a great mother. You know that right?"

She nodded lightly. "Thank you."

"Of course."

"Love you." She added, as if he could ever forget that underneath her scowl and short temper, she loved him more than anything.

…and let her wear your clothes.

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A/N: Let me know what you thought! Personally… you could not pay me enough money to spend time with a pregnant Patty ;)