Valentine's Day Special
"Good morning." Blake's voice was the first thing I heard. I yawned and stretched on my spot, gathering the blanket and positioned my head properly so that I could face him better. "Had a good night?"
I didn't miss the smug tone in his voice.
"I did." I smiled. "I slept like a baby."
"Well you did." He flicked my nose. "I slept like a baby too. I was exhausted. You wore me out Bethany."
My cheeks flushed and heat started to spread on my face. "Y-you didn't seem to mind last night."
He let out a deep chuckle. "I loved it and I love you."
"I love you too." I leaned in and kissed him. It was supposed to be a light kiss, a peck, but Blake had other things planned. He deepened the kiss by leaning over me until he was hovering over my body.
He pulled away first, only to start trailing kisses down my neck.
"Blake...Allie's just a wall away..."
"The room's soundproof." He said, then looked up, smirking at me. "That thought didn't cross your mind last night? You were very vocal about your love for me."
"Blake!" my face heated up even more, if it was humanly possible. He was teasing me, and he was enjoying every second of it. "I wasn't that loud."
The smirk never left his lips. "Bethany my love, you have no idea how loud you were."
I scowled at him. "I-I'm going to make breakfast. Allie's going to wake up soon."
I pushed the blanket off my naked body and quickly slipped on my underwear and my shorts and shirt.
"Just so you know, you can walk around naked, just not when Allie or any other company is around." He teased, poking my butt. "When we're alone...and at night..."
"I'm going down now." I rolled my eyes at him. "Anything you want?"
"I'm good with anything. I do however know you'd want bacon. So bacon then"
"You know me so well."
"You're my wife." He pointed out and stood up exposing his naked self, discarding the blanket. Blake ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around the floor.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, raising a brow at him. "Ants?"
"Ha-ha. I'm searching for my boxers which I clearly remember you tossed away last night, very eagerly I may add. And my pants too. I'm sure you broke the zipper with all of your excitement."
I glared at him. "Stop exaggerating things."
"I'm not."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes again and left the room. I knew better than to pick a little argument with him of his little exaggerations.
It's been just three after we got married, a little more than a year since we've known each other. A lot of people have asked why I was in a rush to marry him. And there were some who disapproved of it, a lot actually. Insert April, Andrea, and a little part of my mom.
My mom mostly thought I was just overwhelmed with being with Blake but she still supported me all throughout. She knew how much I loved him and how much he loved me. She did apologize for trying to split us a part for a short time which I do admit did work. But she was right, it made us reconnect stronger. But she's excitedly waiting for my announcement to tell her I'm pregnant with her second grandchild. I'm not pregnant though.
Reese on the other hand screamed like there was no tomorrow when she saw the ring on my finger the day after Christmas. I was surprised none of my neighbors called in to ask me if everything was alright. I was surprised the cops didn't arrive.
Dani preached the news to almost everyone who walked in Sugar Rush. I had to pile up her workload just so that she didn't have time to go to the front.
Just as turned off the heat and transferred the last strip of bacon on the plate, someone's voice cut me off my train of thoughts.
"Mommy, Skittles is taking up my bed." Allie walked in the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Bruce and Skittles followed behind her.
They adored Allie more and more each day and I'm scared that they actually like her more than me now. Blake wasn't as happy when I had invited them on the bed. I did warn him beforehand and they take up a lot of space and there was no way they'd be sleeping on the cold floor. He wasn't ecstatic knowing I was sleeping with different males.
"Well Allie, you tell him that it's your bed and you have to sleep on it too. Alright?" I smiled, unsure if I said the right thing. I'm still getting used to the idea of being Allie's new mother, and having to take care of her, all day, every day, for forever. "Waffles or bacon?"
"Waddles and bacon." She answered, nodding her head.
Blake appeared a few moments later as I serve a plate of waffles and bacon on the counter. I was about to help Allie up the bar stool when Blake grabbed her waist and lifted her up.
"Morning Allie Bear." He greeted his daughter with a kiss on her head. "Had a good night sleep? Mommy and daddy did."
I blushed at his words as I turned around to return the pan on the stove top.
"I had but Skittles keeps stealing my pillow." Allie pouted, crossing her arms. "He's too large to share the pillow with me."
"We'll get you a bigger pillow then."
I took a waffle and a strip of bacon and chucked it in my mouth. I had lost all of my shame when it came to stuffing my face in front of Blake. All of it. He leaned on the counter, elbows on the counter top, his face resting on his palms and watched me intently.
"Stop staring." I said to him once I swallowed what was the remains of the food.
"I can't help it." He smirked. "It's like watching a rare creature in action."
Allie started giggling in her seat. "Creature is a funny word, is a fun word! Creature! Creature!"
Now where have I heard someone being so fascinated by a word? Contraption, creature. Like father, like daughter.
"It is." I agreed with her placed the bottle of syrup on the table.
"So Allie Bear. What do you want to do today? Where should we go?" Blake asked her and sat on the stool beside her, taking a piece of bacon off her plate and popping it in his mouth.
"The fair's in town!" she jumped excitedly in her seat, clapping her hands. "The fair!"
"The fair it is!" Blake announced.
I was about to take another bite from my waffle when a sudden rage in my stomach had other plans with me. I dashed through the stairs, through the bedroom and straight to the toilet. I slumped on the floor, my head over the bowl, puking what I had just eaten.
I could feel Blake's fingers combing my hair out of my face and tying it in a loose ponytail, rubbing my back.
After spewing my guts, I scrunched up my nose in disgust and flushed it down the drain.
"You're still sick." he asked and handed me the mouth wash. "Let's just stay in for the day."
"No." I shook my head, wiping whatever was in the side of my lips. "Let's go to the fair."
"No, you're still sick. You we're vomiting yesterday too.
"It's just food poisoning." I rolled my eyes. "And overeating."
I ate so much the other night. We had buffet for dinner and being the food loving person that I am, I took advantage of it. Apparently, too much because the next day I was puking everything I ate. I thought I was fine after puking last night. I guess not.
I had oysters, a lot of them. And my stomach didn't really appreciate me shoving down oyster after oyster after oyster hence I'm the only one who got sick. Allie didn't like the taste of it and Blake only got one or two. I got like a dozen or more.
I learned my lesson. No more oysters for me.
"Still sick."
"I'll be fine. I feel fine now." I said which was true. I was feeling a lot better. "And I'll bring a plastic bag just in case. There are toilets in the fair, you know."
"Are you sick mommy?"
"I'm fine Allie." I smiled at her and stood up.
She shook her head at me. "No. You just vomited. You should go to the hospital."
I gave her a sincere smile. "I'm all right Allie."
Blake stood up and patted of the imaginary dust off his pants. He placed a hand on my arm. "Maybe Allie's right. Maybe you should go to the hospital."
"See?" Allie sighed exasperatedly before running out of the room, most likely to finish eating breakfast.
"Get changed." Blake directed as he walked by past me, taking his shirt off. "We're going to the hospital."
"You're kidding right? It's pointless to go to the hospital." I stated, crossing my arms to somewhat add more dramatic effects to make my point. "I already took some medicines for it. It's no big deal."
"I don't kid around when it comes to your health. Get changed."
"It's a complete waste of time and money Blake."
"Get changed Bethany, now." He was frustrated, I can tell by the tone of his voice. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them back. And in a soft voice he said, "Bethany please. I don't want to regret not forcing you to go. It might be more than food poisoning. You've vomited four times already. I think that's more than enough to get whatever poisoned you to get out of your system. Please Bethany."
I sighed. Maybe he was right. I've had food poisoning before and this time, it's quite longer than usual. Maybe I'm really sick or something to do with my stomach. I have been feeling a little off lately, like something's not right and I can't figure out what it is.
An hour later, we were in the hospital. Blake and I didn't want to bring Allie in the hospital. She might get sick and she really hated the hospitals. She gets her annual vaccines and needles freak her out. Reese's babysitting her for now and Liam's having a field day and poured out all of the toys in his toy chest.
"Mrs. Greene?" the nurse called. I was still getting used to not being called a Hamilton. It kind of takes a while to get used to after being Bethany Hamilton for all my life.
"I love hearing that." Blake whispered to my ear as we followed the nurse.
The doctor was taller than me, but a little shorter than Blake. He had gray hair and thick frameless glasses that hung on a string around his neck. The nurse handed him a file folder.
"How are you today?"
"Fine." I answered, just at the same time Blake replied, "She's been vomiting since yesterday."
"It's just food poisoning doc. I've had way too much oysters the other night." I reasoned out and I heard Blake sigh beside me.
"Food poisoning?" the doctor repeated, sounding rather skeptical. Why wouldn't people just believe me? "And have you been experiencing anything else other than vomiting? Nausea? Food cravings?
"Nausea?" I asked, unsure. Where is he going with this? "What are you talking about?"
"Actually, she did mention nausea last week." Blake piped in, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me against him. "And pickle juice, a lot of it."
"When was your last period and when are you supposed to be due next?"
"Uh..." I trailed off, trying my best to remember. "Last month. I was supposed to be due last week. I have an irregular cycle."
The doctor nodded. "You might be pregnant Mrs. Greene."
Blake stiffened beside me, sucking in a huge breathe of air. It felt like my heart stopped beating, my palms became sweaty as I wiped them repeatedly on my jeans.
"I-Impossible." I shook my head. "We've been using..."
"Condoms don't provide a hundred percent success rate, Mrs. Greene." He informed me. "When was the last time you had sex Mrs. Greene?"
"Last night." Blake answered rather eagerly. My face flushed, embarrassed of having to disclose such personal information.
"I take this you two are sexually active?" the doctor asked again, placing the papers aside and taking off his glasses.
"Yes."
"You might want to do a pregnancy test, just to make sure." He stood up. "Would you want to do a test now? We have a few options available. You can opt for a urine test, or a blood test. The urine test would take only a few minutes. The blood test will take about a day or two."
"Both, just to be sure." Blake replied. I was unsure of what he was feeling now. I was unsure of what I was feeling.
The nurse went in the room and gave me a cup labeled 'Urine Sample'. I took the cup from her hands slowly and stood up.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, my voice small and quiet.
The nurse smiled at me, "Just down the hallway, first door on the right."
I nodded.
"I'll go with you."
"I can manage to go to the bathroom and pee in a cup, Blake. Just stay here." I said, rather harshly. I didn't mean to sound so mean but at the moment I really couldn't care less. There was a chance I was pregnant and there was in no way I was ready to become a mother, a real mother.
Ten minutes later, I found myself back in the doctor's office, my hands twitching and sweating, my heart beating fast, and sweating bullets. I didn't know what I wanted to hear.
Sure having a child of my own is great but I don't think I'm ready. I wanted to hear the result to be negative but yet I wanted to hear a positive.
Blake didn't say anything as we waited. I didn't know if he wanted a positive or a negative result. All he's been doing is sitting beside me, rubbing his hand on my arm in an attempt to calm me down.
"Your blood test result will be available tomorrow." The doctor entered the room and my heart beat picked up its speed. "Your urine test is done."
His little suspense is killing me.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Greene." The doctor took out a little stick and showed it to us. Two vertical red lines greeted my eyes. "You're pregnant."
I think my heart stopped beating, my world stopped spinning, and time stopped around me as I tried to take in whatever the doctor just said. Like the news just sucked out all the energy in me, and it did.
It was silent for a while, the only sound we could hear was the ticking of the clock on the wall and everyone's breathing.
"Uh yeah sure whatever." I muttered when I found my voice and stood up. "I-I'll go ahead."
I left the room without waiting for Blake. I could hear him talking with the doctor before following me out. I didn't think about waiting for him, I didn't of anything at all except that the fact I'm pregnant, and I'm scared.
I walked through the numerous people down the hallway, with only one thing in my mind: I can't be pregnant.
There was no way I was pregnant. We were safe, all the time. I'm not yet ready to be a mother. I'm still twenty five! I still have to explore my world, what could be and what couldn't be. This was way too much. Not now. I was wishing it was all a dream.
I walked out of the building and ran to the parking lot where our car was. When I tried to open the door, I realized that Blake had the keys. I kicked the tire in frustration and that's when the tears started pouring out.
I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I couldn't. I'm not yet ready to be a mother. No. This can't be. No!
"Bethany."
It was Blake. He wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me in his scent. I grabbed the fabric of his jacket and started tugging as I was finally able to let out the scream that bottling up inside of me.
No, I'm not yet ready. Not yet. It's too soon.
"Bethany." He repeated, holding me against him.
I'm not sure how long we stayed in that position, Blake holding me as I cried and thrashed. But when I grew tired of doing so, I just leaned in against him, continuing to cry. He said nothing but my name the entire time.
"Blake...no...why...." I sniffed as I buried my face on his neck. "I'm not... I can't be..."
"Why are you crying Bethany?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair. "There's nothing to cry about. Most married people celebrate when they find out they're having a baby, and maybe shed a few tears of joy, but this isn't happy tears. I don't like seeing you cry."
"I'm, I'm pregnant." I said slowly, pulling away from him. "I can't be...not yet...too soon. I'm not ready to be a mother Blake."
"What are you talking about?" he said, placing his hand on my chin and pulling my face so that I could look him in the eye. The same gorgeous gray eyes I fell in love with. He smiled at me, wiping a few tears with his thumb. "You'll be a wonderful mother. You're great with Allie and Liam, and you'll be even better with our child."
I shook my head. "I'm not yet ready for this. It's different with Allie and Liam. What if I screw this up? What if I become a terrible parent? What if mess this up? What if this isn't for me? Doesn't the baby deserve a mother who's ready? I'm not...It's too fast. Not now...not yet...it's too soon...I...I can't."
Blake dropped his arms from my shoulder and grasped my arms. He bent his knees so that he was at eye level with me. "Bethany, listen to me. You'll be a wonderful mother. Allie would love a younger brother or sister. You won't screw things up. You'll never know if this isn't for you if you don't give it a try. You'll raise the perfect child, you'll raise someone who's as perfect as you are. You'll be the mother of our first child. You'll be the best mother out there."
"How are you so sure about all of this?" I asked him, wiping my nose. "Why are you so sure about me?"
"Because," he stated and kissed me. "You're Bethany Greene, my wife, the woman that made me feel whole again, the woman who made me happy again, the woman who I love so much."
"I'm scared." I finally confessed, shaking my head and wiping my tears. "I'm scared to death. I don't think I can do this Blake."
"What are you scared of?"
"Everything."
Blake enclosed me in a hug and kissed my hair.
***
It's been three days since I found out and I have sort of gotten used to the idea of being an expecting mother. Sort of. I'm still trying.
The hospital called the day after the test to tell us the results were out and Blake and I went to get it together.
I really was pregnant, no doubt about it.
Blake's really excited for the baby and every day I slowly welcome the mutual feeling more and more. He already stocked up the fridge with different kinds of food for the upcoming weird cravings. In fact, he laughed at how there was a bottle full of pickles but the juice was nowhere to be found.
We told Allie right after we got the blood test results. She was blissful. We told Reese and she told me 'Good luck'. I don't know if I should be scared or not.
Then we told both of our parents, well except for my father who I haven't seen for years. Blake's parents were excited for another grandchild. My mom was thrilled too.
It was midnight. I was standing outside, watching hardly any cars that would pass by. Allie was asleep and I Blake was too. I had snuck out of bed when I believed that he fell asleep. I needed air, I needed space to think, to contemplate about my pregnancy, about the baby that was slowly growing inside me.
"What are you thinking about?" A voice joined my thoughts, scaring me.
"Oh my god, don't scare me. I didn't even hear the door open."
"I have skills. Now, tell me what my wife's thinking about. You seem pretty engrossed in it."
I turned my neck to face him and he snaked his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much." I lied.
"That's not surprising." He snorted. "I'd be shocked if you actually were thinking."
"Hey!" I elbowed him which made him laugh. "You're so mean."
"I'm just kidding." He laughed and flicked my forehead. "I love you Bethany."
"I love you too Blake." I muttered and leaned against him.
We stay in that position for a long time.
"The baby." I started and shift slightly. "I was thinking about the baby."
"Yeah?" he said, indicating me to continue talking.
"The idea still overwhelms me." I admitted, a small smile on my lips. "But I'm happy about it. It was stupid for me to cry, I realize that now. But I was scared, and I guess it's just a natural reaction. I'm happy I'm pregnant, not really that much pleased with the timing, but I'll take what I can get."
"I'm happy you're carrying our first child." He whispered by my ear.
"First?" I echoed and I could feel him nod on my shoulder.
"Do you really think I'd limit myself to only one?"
"What if I only want one child?" I challenged. I'm still unsure actually. I never thought of the number of children I wanted as I grew up because I never believed that I'd actually fall in love and get married after everything. But then, Blake happened.
He placed a kiss on my shoulder. "You'll want more, trust me. But just in case you won't, you have no other choice."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm your husband and you're stuck with me. And your husband wants to make tons of babies."
I scrunch up my nose. "That'll stretch me out."
"I know." He grinned. "But it won't matter because I won't care because I love you."
"I love you." I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.
Then he leaned in me and whispered in my ear, "Stretched out or not."
That earned him another elbow jabbed on his stomach.
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