And Baby Makes Three

Chapter 5

The show went on without a hitch - I tried my best to concentrate on the show and not what was going on in my personal life but I have never, ever wanted a show to hurry up and finish more than tonight's. It went well - may not be an Emmy winner episode - but who cares? There's a short meeting after the show, and I calmly walk out of the door and towards my office.

Until..."Hey Jimmy," shit, I think to myself as Quest Love calls my name.

"Yeah, what's up?" trying to sound cheerful and pleasant when all I want to do is get the hell out of here.

"Going with the gang to eat?"

"No, not tonight," I told him as I kept walking to my office. Once I get to my office, I open it, get in, and lock the door without saying another word to him. I did not want to deal with any of their questions tonight. Who and when people find out that we're expecting will be up to Nancy. Maybe I won't tell anyone except Lorne here at work until the baby is born. All I wanted to do right now was go and be with my wife.

When I get to my office I see my phone has a text message and for a moment my heart sank - a lot of what ifs ran through my mind. It was from Nancy but just saying to hurry home because she was making spaghetti tonight and that she loved me.

I call her and when she answers hello I say, "Hey there sexy, mama."

"Hey my sexy man," suddenly realizing that her mood from this morning has changed dramatically.

"You sound like you're feeling better. I'm ready to hit the road and be with you all weekend. Do you need anything before I get home?"

"All I need is you." I smile the biggest smile that I could. I could swear she's in a mood for more then food but I am not pushing my luck. Just to spend some non-puking or sleeping time with her would be wonderful. "I'm feeling better after eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, not feeling like I need to throw up every five minutes, and feeling something else if you know what I mean..." she left the thought to my imagination. "I'm sorry that I kept you..."

I interrupted her. She had nothing to feel sorry for - I should apologize to her for not being there with her all night.

"You don't need to apologize - I should apologize for falling asleep on you when you needed me."

"No, don't go there." "Let's just say we were both exhausted. I missed you and glad that I get you all to myself this weekend."

"Listen, I need to text Gloria to tell her I'm not answering my phone this weekend. I figure that this weekend it's about you, I, and the baby and no one else in the world."

"I like the sound of that. I'll text Drew and my brother Jim and just let them know that I won't be answering my phone either. I would have to agree with you - I think we deserve a weekend to focus on us."

"All right then - I'll be home in a matter of minutes. Love you," and we disconnect our call.

I texted Gloria telling her that I won't answer any calls this weekend. I knew by the sound that my phone made that she had texted me back - probably to ask what was going on but I didn't want to deal with it tonight.

My beautiful and sexy wife is impatiently waiting for me at the door when I walk in. Barley have time to (1) drop what I have in my hands and (2) what she's dressed in she swoops in for a very long and wet kiss. By this time I'm no longer hungry for dinner but for something else instead. I sweep her off her feet and take her into the bedroom.

"Good thing I turned off the spaghetti," she giggles as I gently lay her on the bed.

My mind barley comprehended what she was saying. I was more interested in showing how much I loved her.

In between the wet, sloppy kisses I quickly remove my tie, dress, shirt, and white undershirt. All she's dressed in is a long sexy night shirt which I would have ripped off of her if she wasn't pregnant. Instead, I gently roll up her shirt which for the first time I see the swelling of the pregnancy and notice that her breasts are a bit fuller - another clue that she's pregnant. I start gently kissing her abdomen, moving up to her breasts and back to her mouth.

"You know how much I love you," I tell her in between the kisses.

"Hm, hm," is all the response I get from her.

I get off the bed for a moment to remove the rest of my clothes; Nancy takes off the shirt; and then we join together under the covers. I never realized until I met Nancy how much foreplay could entice sex. This is almost as good as the act itself. Being married for almost 6 years she knows my weak points but knows better to go for them because it would be one short trip. Instead we just caress each other's body until neither one of can stand it anymore.

We take our time making love; making sure she is satisfied first then me. For all the prep time we used it didn't take long to finish since we hadn't had any in awhile. Afterwards, I lay on my back, I lift my arm to allow Nancy to snuggle in as give her light kisses on top of her head as we recover.

Minutes later I notice that my chest is wet where Nancy is laying. I look down and notice silent tears falling.

"Hey, what's up?" I comment; wishing I could had said something funny to make her smile. I know she's nervous about the ultrasound test coming up and I'm sure the tears are for that.

"Just nerves," Nancy says. "I try to keep myself busy in order not to think about the what ifs but eventually it catches up to you."

"I wish I could say something to you that would alleviate the fears," I tell her as I run my hand up and down her body and plant soft kisses on top of her head.

I surround us with covers as Nancy slowly drifts off to sleep as I continue to caress her body and kisses, silent reassurance. She needs the sleep - I know she hasn't been sleeping well between throwing up and the nerves. Knowing that she's safely and securely asleep allows me to fall sleep with the coolest girl in the world.

After Friday's show - various members of the crew, Roots, and even Lorne (because he wasn't going to miss this conversation knowing it would be directly about Jimmy - he needed a good laugh) at a restaurant in NYC.

Lorne's point of view (all the "I" are Lorne, not Jimmy)

Lorne listens in on the various conversations that surround him in the restaurant. No one dares ask him a question regarding Jimmy's behavior but he overhears several conversations. One group is positive something is deadly wrong with Jimmy - because it seems like he has lost the spark to live.

Members of the band are tending to believe that something is terribly wrong with someone in Jimmy's family - they just can't decide who - Nancy, Gloria, mom or dad - they just don't know or exactly what but death must be knocking because he leaves without mentioning anything to anyone and he's suddenly rushing home after shows instead of spending time with the crew and band.

One very quiet intern, Mary, who barely says anything to anyone indicates that maybe Nancy is pregnant but because of Nancy's age she is shot down from everyone else. I can see the disappointment in Mary's eyes because everyone thought her reason was the most ridiculous ideal ever. Mary is a quite, shy, girl, unlike most of the staff at Late Night. All she cares about it writing a good show - she could careless about the extra production that puts staff members do to be on television. Mary has only one friend at Late Night, Jessica, and by my observation doesn't believe Mary either.

"Well that was a stupid idea, Mary! Seriously, at her age..." Jessica said. Mary just ignored the rest of what Jessica says and continues to enjoy the evening. Although no one else believe it, I could tell that Mary wasn't quite convinced that she was wrong.

After the majority left, Mary and Jessica started to make their exits. I'm not sure why she's so sure of the fact but I'm curious to find out. "Hey, Mary, can I talk to you for a minute?" I've got to find out why she said that Nancy was pregnant.

"I'll meet you outside in a few minutes," Jessica says to Mary.

"Yes, Mr. Michaels. What about, sir,"

"I'm just curious, what made you say Nancy was pregnant?"

"I'm still convinced it is, no matter what everyone else says. I didn't mean to but I overheard his entire phone conversation with his wife when he abruptly left the meeting the other day - I was sitting next to Jimmy. I figured everyone else wouldn't believe me but I know it's possible to have a baby at Nancy's age. My mom was about the same age when I came along from an affair she was having from a much younger man. If it was something more serious then being pregnant or having the flu he wouldn't have been here the next day or the next few days. Then he was a bit late the other day which could have meant a doctor appointment that they went to and he's so distracted right now, which is not his usual self," Mary explained.

"Hmm," was all I said. I liked Mary for her observational skills; always sitting back and watching others. She was a very talented writer that I was tempted to hire after she was done with her internship and put her on Saturday Night Live, especially for Weekend Update, or if she was interested to keep her with Jimmy's writing crew.

"Sir," she commented after a few seconds of silence, "I'm right, aren't I?"

"I'll say this, Mary, don't go spreading rumors. It's Jimmy's personal life and you have witnessed how protective he is about it and his family."

"Yes, sir."

"Play your cards right Mary and you'll have a bright future with my production company. You might not speak loudly but your dead on regarding your observations. This is between you and I; I'm not going to tell Jimmy right now and will let you know when I do because he has so much going on his plate he can barely walk forward. All he knows is that he's madly in love with Nancy and their baby and to him that's all that's matters."

"If there's something I can do to keep everyone off his back, please let me know, even if it's throwing a crazy rumor into the mix of things. I'll just tell Jessica that you saw the determination on my face that I so strongly believed that I was right and you just put me in my place and not to spread any crazy rumors. I think the only reason she even talks to me outside of work is because she thinks somehow she'll take advantage of me somehow. Sometimes it just nice to be alone; then again sometimes it not."

"I get ya. Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you on Monday."

"Thank you, sir."