He Saved Me, Loved Me, Wanted Me
XXII.
“I’ll be back later, okay baby?” Brian asked as he kissed my lips. I nodded and smiled at him. “Take care of Mommy, Ian,” Brian said to my eight and a half month pregnant belly. Brian kissed the belly and then me once more. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” I said with a smile. “Be careful.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I watched as Brian walked out the house. I sighed and then turned around to the kitchen. Today Brian had an interview for some guitar magazine and Val was going to come over soon to help finish up the nursery while Gena brought some more things over. I’ve tried to tell her to stop but she won’t.
I groaned and grabbed my side. “Baby, you need to stop kicking Mommy so hard.” I continued to the kitchen and grabbed the half full jar of applesauce. Setting it down on the counter, I grabbed a small bowl and spoon and dipped me out some. After putting everything up, I padded… and yes, even waddled out to the living room where I started to read a book called Twilight that Lacey recommended.
“…Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk,” he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest.
“Drunk?” I objected.
“You’re intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.
“I can’t argue with that,” I sighed. There was no way around it; I couldn’t resist him anything. I held the key high and dropped it, watching his hand flash like lightening to catch it soundlessly. “Take it easy - my truck is a senior citizen.”
“Very sensible,” he approved.
“And are you not affected at all?” I asked, irked. “By my presence.”
Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn’t answer at first; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear to my chin, back and forth. I trembled.
“Regardless,” he finally murmured, “I have better reflexes.”
I turned the page and started to read again, but groaned at the twinge in my side. I rubbed my side. “Baby, go to sleep so Mommy can relax,” I said to my unborn child.
“Knock knock,” Val said. I looked up to see her standing in front of me. I smiled at her and saved my spot.
“Hey,” I greeted and picked up my now empty bowl. “How’s it going?” I asked, sliding down to the side of the couch.
“Here, I’ll take that,” Val said grabbing my bowl.
“But… I still need to get up!” I whined. She laughed and nodded.
“Yes you do, but I’ll come back for you.” She walked away and came back a few seconds later. “Okay, now give me your hands.” I did and she pulled me up. “Wow, you’re growing every day. Only a few weeks away, huh?” she asked. I nodded with a smile.
“Yup, and he’s all gone from my uterus.” I began rubbing my stomach, and she got down on her knees so she was level with my belly.
“Hey there baby Ian, how’re you today?” Val asked. I laughed and rolled my eyes. She placed a hand on each side. A bit later she looked up at me, her hands widened. “He moved!”
“Yes, he moved.” I confirmed.
“I can’t wait to meet you, little buddy!” she exclaimed and placed a kiss on my tummy before standing up. “Kay. Let’s get to work.”
“What’s there left to do?” I asked, following her up the stairs.
“We still need to get those clothes put away.” I groaned. Of course. Once in the nursery, I sat in the rocking chair immediately.
“Lazy ass,” Val said with a short laugh.
“Hey, my back hurts, my feet are swollen, I’ve got Braxton Hicks contractions and I’ve got the future David Hasselhoff in my stomach-”
“David Hasslehoff?”
“Yeah, you know… that English soccer player?”
“You mean David Beckham?”
“…Whatever Val.” She laughed and grabbed a box of tiny infant clothes.
I sat down, helping her fold the clothes and gave them to her to put away.
“Let’s measure your belly!” she said.
“Why?” I asked. “It hasn’t been a month yet.”
“So? You’ve been growing so fast.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
She chuckled and stood up, grabbing the measuring tape in a drawer. “Kay. Stand up.” I held out my hands to grab a hold of hers. She helped pull me up and I gained my balance.
“Oh shit…,” I said, not wanting to look down. But Val did. “I either just pissed my self, or…”
“Ana! You’re going into labor! Those weren’t Braxton Hicks contractions! Your water broke!” Immediately I burst out into sobs. “We need to get you to the hospital, c’mon, let’s go!” Quickly, but surely we made it down the stairs, not minding the water that came out of me from God knows where. Val helped me in the car, all while calling people.
“I can’t get a hold of Brian,” she said.
“What!?” I screamed, panting as she raced down the street.
“He’s still in the interview, Matt’s gonna keep trying.”
I groaned. I hope to hell he gets here before this baby. He just has too.
“Love you too,” I said with a smile. “Be careful.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I watched as Brian walked out the house. I sighed and then turned around to the kitchen. Today Brian had an interview for some guitar magazine and Val was going to come over soon to help finish up the nursery while Gena brought some more things over. I’ve tried to tell her to stop but she won’t.
I groaned and grabbed my side. “Baby, you need to stop kicking Mommy so hard.” I continued to the kitchen and grabbed the half full jar of applesauce. Setting it down on the counter, I grabbed a small bowl and spoon and dipped me out some. After putting everything up, I padded… and yes, even waddled out to the living room where I started to read a book called Twilight that Lacey recommended.
“…Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk,” he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest.
“Drunk?” I objected.
“You’re intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.
“I can’t argue with that,” I sighed. There was no way around it; I couldn’t resist him anything. I held the key high and dropped it, watching his hand flash like lightening to catch it soundlessly. “Take it easy - my truck is a senior citizen.”
“Very sensible,” he approved.
“And are you not affected at all?” I asked, irked. “By my presence.”
Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn’t answer at first; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear to my chin, back and forth. I trembled.
“Regardless,” he finally murmured, “I have better reflexes.”
I turned the page and started to read again, but groaned at the twinge in my side. I rubbed my side. “Baby, go to sleep so Mommy can relax,” I said to my unborn child.
“Knock knock,” Val said. I looked up to see her standing in front of me. I smiled at her and saved my spot.
“Hey,” I greeted and picked up my now empty bowl. “How’s it going?” I asked, sliding down to the side of the couch.
“Here, I’ll take that,” Val said grabbing my bowl.
“But… I still need to get up!” I whined. She laughed and nodded.
“Yes you do, but I’ll come back for you.” She walked away and came back a few seconds later. “Okay, now give me your hands.” I did and she pulled me up. “Wow, you’re growing every day. Only a few weeks away, huh?” she asked. I nodded with a smile.
“Yup, and he’s all gone from my uterus.” I began rubbing my stomach, and she got down on her knees so she was level with my belly.
“Hey there baby Ian, how’re you today?” Val asked. I laughed and rolled my eyes. She placed a hand on each side. A bit later she looked up at me, her hands widened. “He moved!”
“Yes, he moved.” I confirmed.
“I can’t wait to meet you, little buddy!” she exclaimed and placed a kiss on my tummy before standing up. “Kay. Let’s get to work.”
“What’s there left to do?” I asked, following her up the stairs.
“We still need to get those clothes put away.” I groaned. Of course. Once in the nursery, I sat in the rocking chair immediately.
“Lazy ass,” Val said with a short laugh.
“Hey, my back hurts, my feet are swollen, I’ve got Braxton Hicks contractions and I’ve got the future David Hasselhoff in my stomach-”
“David Hasslehoff?”
“Yeah, you know… that English soccer player?”
“You mean David Beckham?”
“…Whatever Val.” She laughed and grabbed a box of tiny infant clothes.
I sat down, helping her fold the clothes and gave them to her to put away.
“Let’s measure your belly!” she said.
“Why?” I asked. “It hasn’t been a month yet.”
“So? You’ve been growing so fast.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
She chuckled and stood up, grabbing the measuring tape in a drawer. “Kay. Stand up.” I held out my hands to grab a hold of hers. She helped pull me up and I gained my balance.
“Oh shit…,” I said, not wanting to look down. But Val did. “I either just pissed my self, or…”
“Ana! You’re going into labor! Those weren’t Braxton Hicks contractions! Your water broke!” Immediately I burst out into sobs. “We need to get you to the hospital, c’mon, let’s go!” Quickly, but surely we made it down the stairs, not minding the water that came out of me from God knows where. Val helped me in the car, all while calling people.
“I can’t get a hold of Brian,” she said.
“What!?” I screamed, panting as she raced down the street.
“He’s still in the interview, Matt’s gonna keep trying.”
I groaned. I hope to hell he gets here before this baby. He just has too.