Wasp - A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Five - Two Weeks

AURORA'S POV
~8 Months~
"Ora," Chris softly whispered as he shook me lightly, "it's 1:00pm, do you want something to eat?" We'd recently transitioned from constantly throwing up to constantly wanting to sleep, and Baby Girl Cerulli had learned how to kick. Her legs had to be as long as her dad's already, but I needed her to wait just a few more weeks. Just a few more. See, I hadn't only started sleeping more, but I had moved into a "nesting" phase. When I wasn't sleeping I was constantly trying to move things around and rearranged only to have Chris intervene and insist that he can do it. Only, if he did it nothing was right. Everything was wrong. I think I made him actually cry one day because I told him that. His mom had very sweetly let him know that this was unfortunately normal.

"Why don't you at least sit up and eat something? How are you feeling?" Chris asked, handing me a plate with a grilled cheese on it. That was also the only thing that sounded good for the past two months. I was sick of it, but not Mini Cerulli, no. She loved them.

"I'm exhausted, I feel like I could sleep for three days straight." Chris sighed at my answer and kissed the top of my head. I put the plate down and got up to go to the bathroom, and when I finished I started to feel light headed. I washed my hands and tried to make my way back to the bed, but everything was spinning and there was a ringing in my ears. Chris noticed fairly quickly that something was wrong, so he rushed to me.

"Ora, are you okay babe?"

"I'm just lightheaded, and this thing won't stop kicking my rib cage!" Now I was just frustrated. Chris chuckled at my frustration as he helped me balance, but to me it wasn't too funny. I was already having a rough time breathing. Chris helped me sit on the edge of the bed as I caught my breath, and he rubbed my back lightly. Once I decided I was okay I started getting ready for todays appointment. I pulled my hair up and applied a small amount of makeup, then pulled on a black maxi dress with a sheer black pull over. I slid on my flats with a black pentagram pendant on them and grabbed my bag on the way out the door. Chris gripped my hand tightly in the car the whole way there.

"You know, we still haven't decided on a name for her. We can't just name her 'Baby Girl Cerulli'," Chris was right, we still hadn't come to terms with a name, "what about Lydia? I mean, you love Beetlejuice, I love Beetlejuice, and we both love Baby Cerulli. It makes sense." I didn't have the energy to argue this with him right now, and he could tell. Chris and I walked through the doors of the doctors office and he immediately got us in.

"So, you've been experiencing some exhaustion and swelling?" He asked looking at his board.

"Just a little, it's not terrible-"

"She sleeps half the day, and is still exhausted after that. It's pretty bad. Not to mention the size that her ankles have swelled to. It's concerning." Chris blurted. The doctor sighed and sat down on his stool.

"Well," he started, "I didn't want to panic you, but I've been watching you for this for awhile. You've shown signs of preeclampsia through your blood pressure, but this confirms it." Chris' face went pale as panic took over his body.

"Wh-what do we need to do? Is something we can do?" Chris stuttered his words out. The doctor smiled and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Chris, your girls are just fine. However, we will have to schedule delivery. How about two weeks from now?" Two weeks from now!? That's not enough time! I still have so much to get ready, and learn. What if I'm not ready? What if Chris isn't ready? For fuck sake, we can't even decide on a name!

"That sounds perfect!" The excitement in Chris' voice was kind of adorable... Maybe this will be okay. Maybe it will all be okay...
The doctor went over all the plans for the day of delivery with us, then sent us on our way with a little bit of comfort in that everything is under control.
"I just can't believe that Lydia will be here in two weeks," oh God, here we go, "I mean, after all these months of just seeing her on a computer screen I can finally hold her!"

"Chris, I never agreed on-"

"I gotta call the guys! I gotta call my mom, too." You know, he's too excited, now is not the time to inform him that I was not on board with the name Lydia. That's a conversation for a different time. Chris made his phone calls the moment we got home, arranging for when he wants his family to come out here. I watched as he excitedly looked at his calendar and paced in the living room for awhile before I went into the nursery and looked at everything.

"Well," I placed my hands on my stomach, "you'll be here soon, Baby Cerulli. Your crazy dad is just ecstatic, but he will be great. I know he will be." Another set of hands appeared on top of mine, gripping them.

"You'll be great, too, I know it," Chris rested his head down on my shoulder and softly kissed my neck, "and we can discuss the name later." Oh, thank god.