I rubbed my huge belly as I surveyed the men that were putting painting the room that we had decided to make into a nursery. I went downstairs to finish putting together lunch when I heard two familiar voices in the kitchen.
" Did she tell you why she won't marry you?"
" She said that being pregnant wasn't a good enough reason to get married."
" Did you tell her that wasn't the only reason. That you were going to ask her anyways?"
" Yeah but she didn't want to hear it. Those damn hormones are making her crazy. Just yesterday I walked into the living room and I didn't even say anything and she started yelling at me about how fat she was and that it was all my fault. Then she started to cry and locked herself in the bathroom for an hour."
" Man that is crazy"
I had heard enough. I walked into the kitchen and went right to Tazer, ignoring Patrick. He looked relieved as I greeted him with a smile and a kiss.
" How are you feeling."
" Considering I feel and look like the goodyear blimp, pretty good. You know when I'm not acting crazy." I added to let Patrick know that I had heard their conversation
Poor Tazer looked like a deer caught in the headlights and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
" Umm I think that I should get going. I have a lot of stuff to get done at the house before we go on our road trip tommorow.
I was mad but the rationale part of my brain overtook my hormones for what seemed to be the first time in months.
" I'm sorry that I am being so horrible. I really can't help it."
" I know babe. After the baby is born everything will settle down." He said as he crossed the distance between us and enveloped me in his arms. I settled against him as much as much a my belly would allow.
" I'm going to be as big as a house by the end."
" Doesn't matter. You'll still be beautiful and you always will be."
" Sure butter up the fat lady." I grumbled against his chest
" You aren't fat, you're plump and I love you just the way you are."
" You won't be saying that when I don't lose the baby weight"
He knew that there was no arguing with me in my current condition and he had a road trip to pack for.
" The girls will be coming over tomorrow. Buy what ever you like for the nursery and have it delivered to the house. We will try to figure everything out once it gets here."
He pulled me against him and kissed me. The team was going to be leaving on an fourteen day road trip since the circus was scheduled to be at the United Center. I tried to relax against his body. Our busy schedules and the fact that I was self concious about my growing body had made having any kind of sex life hard. I had to give it to the poor guy, he seemed to be taking it pretty well. He hadn't complained once.
" We still have people in the house." I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair, giving him a suggestive smile
He let me go and all but ran up the stairs. I slowly followed behind him and heard him tell the painters that they could go ahead and pack up and leave. I went to our bedroom and laid on the bed and waited. Finally he came in fifteen minutes later and plopped on the bed.
" Everyone's gone." he said a little breathlessly
I pulled him next to me on the bed and started kissing him again. I tensed up as his hand went to my stomach and he hesitated. I grabbed his hand and pulled on it so the bottom of my shirt came up. All of a sudden the smell of fresh paint hit my nose and it immediately made me sick to my stomach. I pushed him off and got to the bathroom in just enough time to start heaving my guts into the toliet. I heard him come into the bathroom and was grateful when I felt his hand gently pull my hair back. It took a few more minutes but I was finally able to stop dry heaving. I leaned against the tub and wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand. My stomaach was still rolling and I didn't trust it enough to get up just yet.
" Is everything alright babe? You haven't gotten sick like that in awhile."
I nodded and let him help me to my feet.
" I think the paint fumes finally got to me. I have to brush my teeth."
He left me to get the nasty taste out of my mouth. He came back a few minutes later with a package of saltine crackers and a can of sprite, two things that had become staples in our house since I had found out I was pregnant. I took them from him gratefully and let him lead me back to the bedroom. I felt horrible when I saw the rumpled sheets and remembered what we were in the process of doing. Ever since I had found out I was pregnant our sex life had been suffering and while he was being patient and understanding, he had to be getting frustrated. I turned around to apologize yet again but was silenced with a kiss.
" I know what you are going to say. It's fine. I know you didn't do it on purpose. Let's get you to bed.
I followed him to the bed and curled up next to him. I nibbled on my crackers and sipped the soda while we watched some movies on t.v. I quickly drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next day to find his side of the bed was cold. I got up and found him downstairs with his luggage around him and already dressed in his suit.
" Hey I was just about to come wake you up to say goodbye."
" I thought I was giving you a ride since I didn't have to work today." I grumbled
" I figured you still wouldn't be feeling well after last night and I figured I could catch a ride with Burish."
I knew that part of the reason that he didn't want me at the airport is that reporters and fans had gone crazy when they found out that he was going to be a father and I started to be approached by random strange people when I went out in public. He insisted that I have someone with me at all times, which I thought was ridiculas but it seemed to make him feel better so I tried not to put up to much of a fuss.I wasn't even six months along and people were already making predictions that this baby was going to be born with skates on and a stick in his hand. The funny thing is that we weren't even sure what we were having yet. In both ultrasounds the baby had been turned away so the doctor couldn't see anything. I had made the doctor laugh when I commented on the fact that this baby was already being as stubborn as it's father. The door opened and in walked Adam. He pulled me into a hug and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
" How is my favorite nephew or niece doing?" he asked as his arms snaked around my shoulders
The baby started to kick at the sound of his voice. It was hard enough that it made me winch. I motioned for Patricks hand and grabbed Adam's free hand and pushed their fingers into the spot where he or she was currently using the inside of my uterus as a kicking bag. They both grinned at each other before they backed off.
" I'll be out waiting in the rover. We have to leave in a few minutes." He reminded Patrick as he left to give us a few minutes alone to say goodbye. I hugged him close and he kissed the top of my head. I made him promise to call as soon as they got into Denver and we heard the horn honk letting us know that it was time for him to get going. He grabbed everything and gave me one last kiss before he had to head out the door. I knew it was going to be awhile before they got to Colorado so I settled onto the couch. I called and ordered out for lunch since I didn't have the energy to cook for just myself. It was saturday and I knew that I should really try to get some shopping for the baby done but I didn't feel like leaving the house. I just wanted to relax before I had to go back to work, which had been killing my feet and back as I got bigger. I laid on the couch and put the t.v on as a distraction. I hated it when he was away and this was by far the longest road trip that they would be on all year. I got a text message around eight from Patrick.
"boys wanna go out? Is that okay?"
" Yep. Just be safe."
" K. Love you"
" Love you too. Have fun."
I sat my phone on the table and went to get ready for bed. I tossed and turned and I thought about calling him. I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen but I figured that I was just being stupid. He had his teammates to look out for him and it wasn't like he wasn't a big boy who could take care of himself.