Disclaimer/Summary: See Chapter 1
Months have passed since Giles and I were in London and had our first night together, even more have passed since I revealed to him that his dreams were indeed real and he is the father of my child, and weeks have now passed since I have decided that I no longer enjoy being pregnant and wish that this child would be born.
The first few months were fine, I only experienced morning sickness once, and that was late in the afternoon one day following lunch. Still not sure why its called morning sickness. Then I started to show and that was so exciting to me, until my clothes no longer fit and I cried for two whole days because I couldn't find anything to wear that was comfortable. Giles remedied that and came home one afternoon with a bag of clothes that would fit and took me out the next day to buy actual maternity clothes. Gotta say some of them were pretty cute and the jeans made me feel less pregnant.
Then the baby started to move, that was great until they started running out of room and I had to lean back in order to breathe, the doctor said that was normal, I wanted to ask him the last time he had a person growing inside him making it difficult to do anything. Now 3 weeks from my due date, I feel like a beached whale, my maternity clothes are starting to not fit and I can't see my feet anymore. Oh and did I mention that I'm getting beat up from the inside out. I swear if this child were kicking me from the outside I would be black and blue.
We still don't know what we are having yet, wanted to be surprised, but Willow being the wonderful witch that she is swears we are having a girl. I didn't want to disappoint her and tell her that I really wanted a boy to carry on Giles family name and so that when he retires there would be another Giles in charge of the council of watchers.
Officially we have been in the headmasters home for six months, but have only really started to utilize it in the past 3 after my baby shower. It was cute all these slayers in training throwing a baby shower. Most of them know the risks with being a slayer and for one of us to be pregnant and have a child means the world to us.
I believe that Giles has hit panic mode, any time I say ouch he starts looking for his keys so that he can take me into the doctor. Sometimes I want to hit him and say its ok, this has been going on for thousand of years and people are still doing it, there is no need to panic over every kick. Speaking of Giles, I can hear his keys in the door now with my lunch. He dotes on me which is so adorable, but sometimes I think he over does it.
"Here we are, Orange Chicken with Egg Drop Soup, Wonton's and Egg Rolls for you. And Cashew Chicken for me."
"Thank you, I was starving."
"You are quite welcome my dear. How are you feeling?' He asks as he hands me my Egg Rolls. I see the worry and wonder in his eyes, so I immediately soothe his worries.
"We are fine, just a bit too active right now for my own liking, I can't wait for this to all be over and I can have my body back."
"And that you shall, but we don't want them coming out of there until they are ready too."
"I know, but its still not fun."
"I know. I'll get you some water to wash all that down." He goes to the kitchen and comes back a minute later with a huge glass of water for me. He does do a very good job at taking care of me. I give him a kiss as a thank you. In the past few months, the smoochies and the cuddling has gone up, but that's as far as its gone. We still have our own rooms but we haven't discussed any plans for when the baby comes and I still can't give him the answer to his question.
I want to trust me I do. And Giles is being the most patient man on the planet right now, but for some reason I'm scared to answer him afraid of what will happen once the baby arrives. The baby is my main concern right now and I don't want to fall for Giles any more than I already have only to have things chance when the baby arrives, I can't be sad when I have someone who will be depending on me for everything.
"So my dear, what would you like to do this evening?'
"I thought a movie would be nice."
"It does, anyone in particular?"
"Shall We Dance, the Fred and Ginger version." Yes I like old musicals so sue me, it's goes back to when mom and I had movie night when we were avoiding men all together.
"I believe it can be done."
"Thank you!"
"You are most welcome." He stands and clears up from lunch, as he walks into the kitchen I see his shoulders slouch, almost in defeat. I want to cry, mainly for what I am doing to Giles, but partly because of my hormones. I want the baby to arrive so that I know where I fit into Giles life once and for all.
