Unexpected

Chapter Ten

I woke up and realized I was still in the clothes I wore the day before so get up and gasp as I see Michael sleeping on the chair near the bed. He snores and I giggle rolling my eyes and walking into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and grab a towel wrapping it around myself. I examine myself in the mirror and sigh. I look sick. Like pale and tired. It then hits me. I'm pregnant. I sigh again but then I smile really widely. I have always wanted to know what it felt like to carry a baby inside me. I didn't even know I could. There has always been problems in my family with the women carrying a child. We always lose them by the second semester or there are all these problems with the baby while it grows in the uterus. I feel tears starting to sting my eyes. Stop thinking about that stuff Avery.

I walk into the bedroom and see Michael was gone. I head to my suitcase and realize I should unpack because we will be here for a couple more months. I grab some plain black shorts and a white t that says the 1975 and some plain black converse. I head back to the bathroom and brush my hair. I'm too lazy to put on any make up.

I walk down the stairs hearing loud music and singing. I walk into the kitchen and Michael and the boys are covered literally covered in flour. They are laughing and cooking something on the stove a couple of things actually. I smell bacon. I see pancakes and sausage. And toast. I giggle and scream over the music "what are yall doing?" They all turn around and scream "Avery!"
Luke runs up to me and hugs me.
"Hello to you too Luke?" I say hugging back.
"Congratulations!" He says.
"Congratulations!" The others say.
"Thank you." I say smiling widely.
"Can I rub your tummy?" Ashton says.
"Um why?"
"I wanna feel the baby kick." He says walking over and putting his hand in the middle of my stomach.
"Ash the baby hasn't formed feet yet. I'm only 5 weeks." I laugh.
"Hands off my southern women!" Michael screams flipping a pancake In the air.
I walk over and smell the food.
"Hungry?"
"Yes very" I say grabbing plates. "Where's your parents?"
"Store."

We all crammed our plates with food me for once having the most on mine. I was starving and feeding two now so I needed extra. We finish eating and I start to do the dishes. The boys singing along to their album. I start to sing too as I finish up the dishes.

"Bye guys!" Michael and I say as we wave to the boys driving away.
"Soooo what should we do now?" Michael says wrapping his arm around my waist. "Oh wait I know!" He says kissing me.
"No. That's how we got knocked up in the first place." I say pushing him away.
"Come on you can't get pregnant while you're pregnant." He says pouting.
"How do you know that?"
"I read it online last night." He says smiling.
I smile widely. "Really?"

*Two Hours Later*
"Wanna go to the park?" Michael asks me.
"Sure." I say smiling up at him.

We walk hand in hand to the park and sit on a park bench. I play with Michael's hair as he tells me a little about what he read last night.
"Yeah and so like the baby is shaped like a tadpole at this point. How cool you're growing a frog in a way."
"What? Michael do not call our child a frog. It will be adorable because it's half you." I say winking.
"Yea that's true."
"I'm sorry for being so bitchy the other night. It just was big news and I couldn't handle all of it all in one day."
"Yeah I shouldn't have suggested we go shopping the day we found out we were having a child."
"It's ok I still love you." I say kissing him softly.

When we got home I called my doctor and scheduled and ultrasound next Tuesday. It's Saturday. Michael got all excited he was like I'll have a picture out first picture of our little girl I got offended.
*flashback*
"What makes you so sure it's girl?"
"Idk a hunch? Wouldn't it be a adorable having a punk rock baby wearing pink and being cute?"
"Yes but what if it's a boy?" I say because I would like a boy. They are easier to raise according to my aunt.
"Then we'll have a punk rock baby son."
"Why is our child going to be punk rock?"
"Because I'm punk rock? Duh?" He said back giving me a you're dumb look.
"You are so not punk rock." I said laughing.
"Am too! And for that you have to have sex with me!"
"Okay" is all I said walking upstairs taking off my shirt. "Just remember we have another person in the bedroom with us."
"Well now I can't do it knowing my child is listening!" He says throwing his hands in the air.
"So we just won't have sex for 8 more months then?"
"8 months?"
"Mmmhm."
"No it's fine I can do it. The baby's first skill is ignoring his/hers parents perfect."
I laugh running up the stairs. "Well then you coming?"