My Lovely Murder

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That night, we went to sleep after having some fun. Hazel was curled up next to me and I hugged her.

But I did hear her whimpering. She suddenly shoot up and screamed. "Bad dream? About me or the baby dying?" I asked, making her lay back down gently. She laid down and cried. "Oh, Alex! I don't like them!" Hazel said, turning to face me. "I know, but we can't stop 'em." I told her, making her move closer to me. She was still crying. "Being a parent is hard, and I'm just in the pregnant part of it." Hazel told me. "I know, but it'll be worth it." I told her, putting one hand on her face. She smiled as a tear fell down her cheek. I wiped it away and kissed her on the lips.

She smiled and then smirked. "What're you thinking'?" I asked, knowing damn well. She batted her eyebrows. "Oh, but we just did that. And I'm tired." I said. Too late and her head was already under the covers. "I guess maybe just a bit more."

The next day, I woke up. I groaned. "I am freaking tired." I said. Hazel giggled. "You sound like you did at our wedding, when you had forty shots of vodka." she told me. "That's true." I said, giggling. "I can't wait til I can drink again." Hazel told me. "That's true, but having a child is better." I told her, patting her belly. She smiled and putted me up. She was sitting on her our bed, reading. I remember she was bra and shirtless too. I blushed bright red as I stared. "Right, sorry, I'll get a shirt on." she said. "No, it's fine." I told her, gently stroking her hair. She smiled. "I guess." she said. I blushed bright red as she hugged me. "You feeling OK?" I asked. "Yeah, I am. I'm very tired. By the way, you've gotten better since the first time we did it." Hazel told me, stroking my shirtless chest. I blushed bright red. "I'm, no offense, not feeling like doing it." I told her. She blushed bright red. "OK, maybe tonight. Anyway, should we get breakfast?" Hazel said. I nodded. We got dressed and went to make breakfast.

I stood behind Hazel as she made food, stroking her hair. She blushed bright red. We ate our food and laid down on the couch. Hazel was laying her head on my chest.

"I can't wait to be a father." I said. "I can't wait to hold my child in my hands, give them a name, play with them, teach them about God, and I can't wait for when you don't feel the kicks anymore." I told her. "You'll be a great Father," Hazel told me, kissing me. I blushed bright red. "I know what you think. But will I be good enough?" I said. "Alexander Arcady! Of course you'll be great!" Hazel told me. "I think I will, but how do I know?" I asked. Hazel scoffed. "Why wouldn't you be?" she asked. I shrugged. "I dunno, just I've always been stupid." I said. "You are not! Who ever told you something like that?!" Hazel snapped. "Most of England." I said. "Well, this is Boston, and two, (swears) them." Hazel said. "I think you're great."

Hazel kissed me long and hard, and the next thing I know, we're making out.