The Past (scirstie)

Eight

~Kirstin~

"Why are you not showing yet! You're already at eleven weeks!" Scott groaned as he placed his hand on my stomach. I had to laugh.

"Wow, you're that excited aren't you?" I laughed. "I'm actually getting pretty big already, my shorts don't fit that much anymore. I feel like I'm showing a bit too early?" I confessed.

He lifted up my sweater and placed it again properly. He then laid his head on my stomach.

"Scott what are you doing? Scott-"

"I wanna see if I can hear our little peanut." He said, cutting me off and shushing me. I mentally awed at the sight.

"There it is." He whispered, holding my hand and kissing it softly. "it's not the heartbeat, I can guarantee that. I hear like little squirm like I can hear peanut moving around, swimming." He whispered, and smiled up at me. He was so excited.

"You're getting a little bump already. Pretty suspicious." He shrugged off.

"I think it's going to be a big baby." I guessed. "Or maybe the baby is just positioned in the front of my stomach, that's why I started to show really early. That happened with Scarlett, so I guess it's pretty normal."

"MOMMY!!!!" I heard my little Angel shout. My eyes widened and I immediately stood up and ran to her room.

She was lying on the floor with tears flowing down her cheeks, as she clutched onto her leg, which had a small bleeding wound. "Mommy it hurts." She cried.

"How did you get it, baby?" I asked and held her tight, letting her cry on my new sweater. "I hit the cabinet door, Mommy." She sniffed and looked back at her wound, to be crying even louder shortly after.

I crouched down and inspected the wound, Scott following shortly after with a medicine kit. I suddenly felt dizzy and told Scott to do it himself, as I sat down on the corner and breathing heavily.

I stood up way too quickly.

After Scott cleaned her small gash and placed a small gauge on it, then went to me and placed his hands on my shoulders and calmed me down.

"Don't stand up too quickly Kirst, you might scare the baby." He soothed, rubbing my back.

I heard a small thud on the carpeted floor. "A baby?" Scarlett stuttered, tears about to fall from her already wet cheeks. "You don't want me anymore?" She cried before sobbing even a lot harder than earlier.

"Hey hey! Scarlett, we don't want to replace you, in fact, you're still our little angel to us. We're just going to have 1 more baby running around the house and playing with us! You don't want to be a big sister?" Scott asked and got a grip on her small hand, and leading her to the spot me and Scott are sitting in. She sat on his lap.

"You could get to play with him/her, and get to go swimming with him/her when she's old enough! You're starting to like swimming, right?" Scott said, pointing out all the positive things that would happen with a new sibling.

"Can I play my LPS with her?" She asked with excitement.

We both chuckled. "Sure Angel. But if it's a boy he can't play with you that much because he's a boy. He might like to play with trucks and action figures-"

"Like my pink toy cars and my barbie dolls? He can use them! I can share!" She shouted, jumping up and down.

I laughed. "Kind of like that, but it's his choice, He can be whoever he wants to be," I said. "Now, get dressed, we're going to school in a bit," I said, standing up slowly and helping her up with her clothes.