Jaime

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They were now three months pregnant and had nice round bellies sticking out. Anytime they got close to Brock he was rubbing them and kissing them. Ellia thought it was cute and Ellis blushed brightly each time. I was trying not to obsess over my daughter who wasn't even born yet. Though I'd admit I had tucked the little picture of her into a little frame on my dresser. At night when I was worrying about her I'd take the little picture down to the kitchen and sit. I was doing it again. Sometimes I'd get company other times I'd sit here alone. Little pads down the hall said someone was coming. Ellia's blond tossed curls came in and went to the fridge. Getting out a bottle of juice she comes over and sits on my lap.

"How you feeling?"

"He's playing soccer with my stomach again. This boy is going into sports." I chuckle and lay a hand over her stomach. She lifts the picture. "You are worrying again. Ellis tells me I should try to be more understanding about your feelings. I'm trying but I guess I just don't understand the trouble. He and Brock have both told me about the trouble you've had when you were younger and logically I understand your worry but... you are so beautiful and sweet and wonderful I don't understand why anyone would do that to our daughter. You are wonderful." I smile and held her tight.

"It means a lot to me that you can't understand. That you love me with no thought to how different I am."

"You are just you and that's perfect to me." I get a kiss on my nose. "I'm going to bed, you going to sit up longer?"

"Yes." she waves and goes toward the door. An hour later Ellis was up and coming in. He doesn't go for food but just comes straight to me.

"I can't sleep when you aren't in bed. Our daughter knows you aren't there and complains." I chuckle and start rubbing his bare belly. "You are worrying about her again." he says lifting the picture.

"I am."

"But you aren't admitting the rest of it." I frown.

"I don't' understand."

"Yes, you worry for her and her future and how she'll be looked at and treated. It makes you sick sometimes to think of a sweet daughter being hurt like you were. But push all that aside you aren't admitting that there's a part of you that loves the idea of a child that will be like you. You won't be the only one anymore. It might be a small thing inside you but you like it and won't admit it. Won't focus on that."

"I'm afraid too. If I don't think of the trouble I worry that I'll miss it and she'll be hurt because I wasn't paying attention." he smiles and shakes his head.

"She's not born yet. You've got plenty of time to worry about her later. Enjoy the now when she's safe and tucked inside me." I kiss his cheek and nod.

"Alright."

"Good, then better come to bed so I can sleep. Pregnant people need lots of sleep." he carries the little picture up puts it on my dresser. Then curls into his spot on the bed. While he and Ellia slept on the sides together so they were sort of together. Brock and I slept on the outsides, sort of protecting them from everything. Brock slept on the side near the window. I slept on the side near the door. Slipping into the bed I wait till he's back against me and then lay my hand over the twins.

"You always say she's the one making all the movement. Why?" I ask as I think about the twins.

"Because you are the one of you and Brock that is always moving and doing something. You don't sit still much. I think she's just the same. We need to get baby gates so that she's locked in the house. I want all doors to outside to have them mounted in place."