You have to be kidding me!
A language warning for this chapter!
Aimee groaned, hearing Alexx say she could be pregnant for another five weeks.
A pregnancy wasn't considered full-term till 37 weeks.
To top that off, that was just till the estimated due date; she could be pregnant for another three weeks after that.
"I know, sugar," the M.E. said sympathetically. "But take it one day at a time. By the hour, if you have to. I've been there. That's the only way to handle it at this point, because it sucks." The mother of two had told the expectant mother she envied her "perfectly round, stretch mark-free belly."
"Thanks," Aimee said, embracing the older woman.
"Any time, baby."
Julia was going to be formally charged with the attack on Aimee; though there was enough to charge, a conviction was still questionable. Helen Stone would testify what the jailhouse conversations, that were more like monologues about the deep details of the attack. Monologues because Helen was stunned at what she heard.
Whether or not Julia liked it, the woman she had wanted dead was raising her son and the boy loved her, and viewed her as his mom. Helen was astonished that Julia wanted to cause a little boy that much pain. At times, in the conversations Julia wasn't that sure of her son's name, Helen would testify.
"She said she was 'pretty sure' his name was Kyle 'but it could have Kevin or Cole. Something with a 'c' or a 'k.'" she said to the district attorney. "She said she didn't name him. His father did." And if she professed to love the boy and miss him, it was "bullshit." Julia was constantly complaining how the pregnancy had ruined her body.
"I can't wear a bikini anymore 'cause I had to get that fucking c-section scar just so I wouldn't ruin my pussy!" Julia had said.
With this testimony, along with that of Jack Lewis and the photos of Aimee found at Rick's house, it was hopefully enough to convict Julia of conspiracy to commit attempted murder. From her behavior thus far, it was probable that Julia would want to testify on her own behalf.
And likely dig herself another hole.
"I think you should be sleeping," Horatio murmured softly at a movements fluttering in his wife's belly. "You gave mommy a hard time last night.
Aimee were sound asleep despite the movements.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" He asked the unborn baby. "Are you gonna tell daddy? How about one kick for boy and two for a girl?"
His palm felt three kicks and Horatio chuckled.
"You're gonna make us wait, huh?"
"Will my baby budder or sister like soccer, too?"
Yet another question from Kyle while father and son in the backyard playing the boy's favorite sport.
Horatio stifled a sigh and smiled, hoping he wasn't for another round of questions. Luckily it was just one.
"We'll have to see, buddy-boy. Maybe you could show 'em when they get older."
Prenatal classes started for the couple tonight and Aimee were dreading it.
Horatio was looking forward to them, which made his wife call him a "weirdo."
"Remember, all those diagrams, models and videos they're gonna show us, are not going to be you in the very near future. You can be excited."
Aimee was sure that what they would see at the class would send her out of the room screaming "I don't wanna do this!"
She knew she would see how an epidural was done; and being she had zero expectation of being to handle natural childbirth, she planned to cover her eyes for this and no one could stop her.
The first class wasn't bad.
No graphic pictures or videos. Just introductions and the instructor explaining what would shown in the following classes.
"See, was that so bad?" Horatio asked on the way home.
"No. But you know why? It was the suck-in class. It's supposed to be that way."
All Horatio could do was laugh.