''What do we need to buy?'' Rob asked me as we entered the supermarket. Rachael had been so kind. Instead of coming with me to get the babies things ready for hospital, as well as everything I needed too, she had happily dragged Rob with me, saving her the trouble, despite the fact that she had had a baby before, and he hadn't a clue on what to get.
I sighed heavily in response, and got back out the scrawled writing that belonged to Rachael, on her long, shopping list. There was so many things to buy that I had wondered why I hadn't got them sooner.
Oh yes, of course. Because my name was Charlie, and I was always late and behind on things to get. Even my coursework was handed in five months fucking late. This baby was bound to be no different.
A great start to motherhood. A fucking great start to motherhood indeed.
''A changing mat, nappies; plenty of nappies. Cotton wool, for Nappies. For bath time, I need a sponge, baby soap and shampoo in-case I need to stay in hospital for a while, because Rachael thinks that I will.'' I sighed as I said that last bit.
''Then we need a small mattress for the Moses basket, but we could get that another day. And I need the usual stuff for going into hospital; clothes and toiletries. I need to buy a nightgown in-case though, as well as new slippers, and some baby wipes.'' I explained to him.
I rubbed my hand against the extremely pregnant bump that belonged to my eight month baby bump, and held the shopping list tightly in my right hand. My left hand was rested gently on Rob's right arm as he pushed our trolley into the supermarket.
''Ooh, and I forgot bubble bath. How on earth can I forget bubble bath? that's a good bloody start, and the baby's not even born yet-''
''-Breathe.'' Rob interrupted my usual stressing out, instructing me. I did what he said, taking three, long calm breathes just like how the breathing instructer told me to do when my er…'temper' got too much for me to handle.
A young lad gave me a strange look before snickering whilst I was doing the breathing exercises, instantly making me angry.
''Funny is it? Cant you see that I'm bloody eight months pregnant-''
''-Charlie!'' Rob interrupted me in shock, making me huff. Even the young Guy who found it fucking hilarious a moment ago was looking terrified. Good. ''Sorry about that.'' Rob apologized for me.
The lad smirked, and I hit Rob on the arm. Hard. ''OW!'' he complained, whilst I shot him evil glares.
''Don't fucking apologize for me Robert Pattinson!'' I shouted at him furiously, making him grimace in response. He absolutely hated people calling him by his full name, but I wasn't having people apologizing for me!
''Charlie, you need to chill out-''
''-Don't tell me what I should be doing Robert.'' I said his full name again, earning another grimace.
''Okay, but please; just don't get so stressed. You really panic me sometimes.'' He confirmed in a more sweeter manner.
''Well…'' I began, trailing off. What could I say? There wasn't a lot I could say. He was being sweet and considerate and worrying about me and Baby. Like how he always was, and it was about time I started acting more grown up about this whole stress thing.
He was my Husband, and he cared about me. Just as much as I cared about him. ''Okay, sorry.'' I apologized; unusual for me, because I could be sometimes very stubborn when I wanted to…or when I was pregnant.
''Apology accepted,'' Rob confirmed, staying smug for a whole minute about getting me to apologize. ''I'm sorry for apologizing for you. That was rude, also.'' He was right; that young lad had been even ruder. Laughing at me like that.
''Twilight buds?'' He asked, holding his little finger out for me to take. I grinned in response, because this was our usual thing. We had done this from the beginning, if ever we fell out about something small like this.
''Twilight buds.'' I agreed, wrapping my own little finger around his, and giving a little squeeze back, before we laughed together.
My hand was back on his arm; a usual thing for me. Arguments or no arguments, I was sure that me and Rob were meant to be, and that we were never going to split up.
And minor things like touching him like this, even though it was just my hand on his wrist send an undeniable waves of pleasure right through me. We had been together for a year and a half, and I still couldn't get enough.
I had learnt through my long pregnancy that making love was not the only intimacy we could share together. It didn't have to be just about sex, or anything like that. Meer touches like this, small kisses and cuddles like we gave each other each morning that we woke up were plenty enough for me.
I grabbed a twenty packet of nappies, assuming that my stay in hospital wasn't going to be that long, and moved onto the rest. Me and Rob wanted to stay together whilst we shopped, which wasn't too much of a good idea.
We started getting noticed…in the fabulous maternity wear, where we were buying my nightgown for hospital. My own one was getting a little tacky now, and although hospitals weren't that great anyway, I couldn't have a disgusting one when I would be in my nightclothes for the duration of my time in hospital.
And slippers too. They were getting a little rugged.
''Why are you buying slippers and a nightgown for anyway?'' Rob asked me confused as I looked through the maternity wear. I would still be bigger too, which was why the maternity wear would be easier to find something nice to wear.
''Because my slippers are tacky, and rugged.'' It was true; they had holes in the bottom of them. ''And my nightgown is old, and tacky too. It has all stains on it.'' Okay, so that might have been a bit far fetched, but still.
''We have a washing machine.''
''Yes, I know that. But I want something nice to be sat in. Because that's all I'll need when I'm lying in the hospital bed.''
''True.'' He commented, because it was right. It wasn't going to be nice if I was in that hospital bed for long and stinking in some old nightclothes.
I picked out a nightgown and slippers, which matched of course, and looked plain, but still not trampy looking, and remained at Rob's side as he wheeled the trolley round the corner, to the newborn aisle.
I picked out some cotton wool, a sponge for bathing, some Johnson's baby soap, shampoo and bubble bath, and some baby wipes too, as-well as the changing mat to take with me to the hospital. I was prepared. For once.
I knew that the baby would have a bath first in the hospital because like feeding, hospitals liked to check that the bathing was okay first before new Mum's were aloud to go home. I thought it was a good idea what with my lack of imitative.
We just got to the self serving till with Rob checking everything through when he asked to make sure that we had definitely got everything.
''Right, are you sure we have everything?'' Rob asked me as I helped him pack our shopping bags. I sighed heavily in response. He had asked me that in the matter of three minutes, and now he was asking again.
''Yes.''
''You sure?''
I rolled my eyes in response. ''I'm sure.'' I replied, with another heavy sigh. Rob grinned at me in response.
''Sorry, I was just checking.'' He apologized with an easy laugh. We had got bottles for feeding, because at the minute, I was still undecided on whether I should bottle-feed or breastfeed. I was swinging on the bottle feed side, but I wasn't too sure if that was the right decision for the baby, or if I was just being selfish.
We got into the car to go home after we had definitely gotten everything that we needed. A couple of female fans, very young looking, came over and asked for Rob's signature and wishing us the best of luck with our baby, but luckily they both stuck to that.
We went back to Tom's house where Tom and Kristen was sat in the living room. It had been so long since I had seen Kristen, since the wedding, eight months ago. We had been in contact though, over the phone so she knew about the baby.
She got up from the sofa as soon as we had walked into the living room and she grinned at me as she walked over and hugged me. ''I've missed you so much.'' She admitted, sighing happily before she pulled away from me again.
I grinned back at her, because I had missed Kristen too. She had been so nice to me on holiday, and I had missed talking to her, having a laugh like how we did on my honeymoon. She was a good friend of Rob's, and she was a great friend of mine now.
''Look at your stomach! Wow!'' She commented, resting her hand on my stomach, over another maternity dress of mine. I laughed in response, taking in her shocked expression. ''Are you eight months pregnant now?'' She asked me, still in shock.
''Eight months.'' I agreed.
''Wow…do you know if it's a Boy or a Girl?''
''I don't know yet. I wanted it to be a surprise.'' I told her as we sat back down on the sofa, and talked about the last eight months.
''So how about you? Anything new to tell us?'' I asked Kristen, as she had been too busy talking about me. I felt guilty while I had been chatting away about the baby.
She looked down at her hands, suddenly going very quiet as her forehead creased. ''Well…kind of. Me and Michael split up.'' Oh shit, and there was the bombshell right there. I looked up at Rob to see that he was in as much shock as I was.
''Aww, I'm…sorry hon.'' I apologized, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. I wasn't too good with this thing, and I knew by experience that Rob didn't like Michael too much in the first place.
Rob had his reasons; good reasons. And I fully understood why. Rob and Kristen were close, I'd always understand that. Even if I hadn't liked that very much in the beginning. Kristen and Rob were more like twin Brother and Sister, so close, and they relied on each other.
Michael however didn't understand that. Rob had told me all about how jealous Michael could get, and he reminded me of a very lousy ex that I used to know.
''It's fine; we've split on good terms, at least.'' She smiled. ''We've agreed to be friends, so that's one good thing.''
Kristen even brought a present round for when the baby's born. It was a bodysuit for the baby in a creamy white color, and had lots of cute teddies on it. It was so adorable, and I loved it so much. It even came in a five pack suit, with lots of different style and teddies, which was so cute.
''Thanks for the present.'' I thanked her after we saw her to the front door, because she had to go home.
''That's okay. I haven't seen you for eight months, so it's the least that I could do.'' She smiled at me. ''I'll come and see you real soon, okay?'' She asked me.
I nodded. ''Make sure you do. This baby will be out soon if it had its way.'' I joked, laughing. I rubbed my stomach gently like how I always did. It was such a bad habit now, that I did it all the time.
''I'll see you soon then.'' She agreed, hugging me for a moment, before releasing me again. I nodded, seeing her go, before walking back into the living room with Rob and Tom.
''Any more kicks?'' Tom asked me as soon as I had walked back into the living room. He had a cheeky grin in response to the glare that Rob had just give him. He knew Rob liked to suck up all the kicks.
I laughed in response, and let Rob and Tom help me back onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. ''Afraid not, Uncle Tom.'' I joked, laughing again. ''It's been a quiet day today from this one.'' I added, rubbing my belly through my top again.
''Damn!'' Tom frowned, turning back to look at the television. Rob laughed in response, wrapping his arm around the back of my neck.
''It will serve you're right for hogging all my babies kicks.'' Rob replied sourly, making me roll my eyes in response. Anyone would think the two were having a competition or something. The thought made me huff.
''I'll be back in a minute; I'm just going to get a glass of water.'' I went to get up but Tom and Rob were up instantly, helping me up. I sighed heavily in response as the say back on the sofa. ''Sorry for being a pain guys.'' I apologized as I walked round the sofa and to the living room door.
''Don't be silly; it's fine.'' Tom replied; his eyes glued back onto the television. I laughed in response, and reached the door, just as a sharp agonizing pain hit the very middle of my stomach…
''Ooh…ow.'' I complained, stopping in the doorway, with my eyes squeezed shut from the pain that I was getting in my stomach. It wasn't a kick; the baby definitely couldn't kick me as hard as that.
''Charlie?'' I heard Rob say, but I was too scared to turn around. I was too scared to move, what with the pain that I was getting at the minute. It was like a stabbing pain; violent and sharp. Almost like having an awful toothache, but a lot worse.
My hand hadn't flown to my stomach like normal, because I was too scared to move any single part of my body in-case this pain got any more worse than it could possibly get at this minute. Tears were hidden in my shut eyes because of the pain.
''Is it the baby?'' Rob asked me worriedly, sounding closer. I felt his hand on my arm then, trying to comfort me. I nodded my head, before whimpering due to the shock of this pain taking over me.
''Come and sit down…if you can…I'll go and call the doctor.'' Rob promised me worriedly. He sounded as worried as I did.
''Already calling.'' I heard Tom say; and I could hear him dial the number, which instantly forced me to reveal my tear stained eyes, and find his face.
''No please! I used to get this pain when I wasn't pregnant. It's the baby; but the baby's fine. It's just that…well, I've been doing too much lately. I think that's what it is.'' By the end of the sentence though, I was sobbing through the pain.
I was caught in Rob's arms automatically. ''Charlie, we're calling the doctor, whether you like it or not. If this Baby is hurt, then you'd never forgive me for letting you getting out of going to hospital for you're pride.''
He was right. ''Give me until tomorrow afternoon. If the pain in this bad then we can go to the hospital. Please.'' I begged Rob.
He sighed. ''Tomorrow morning.''
''Fine.'' I agreed.
He sighed again. ''Okay; Tom go and see if you have any pain medication which is okay for the baby please.''
Tom was already through the door, before Rob had even finished. The pain was still unbearable though, and the more I tried to downplay it, the harder it was. Rob watched my face for any sign of failed emotion, and he found it…
''It really hurts Rob.'' I complained, pulling him to me again, and crying…again. He tried his hardest to hush me, all the time telling me that I'd be okay, and that we could see the doctor tomorrow morning if its still bad.
''I love you.'' I promised him as he pulled away slightly to catch my emotion.
''Not as much as I love you.'' He replied, repeating the words from the conversation in the car from a while ago.
I laughed in response, and let him hold me in his arms again as the pain slowly started to die back down again.
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