This Time I Know *SEQUEL to GEFY*

Ch. 5 ~ Cleaning Up The Sickness

Ross and I had decided on the way home that we would call the school, explain a little of what's going down, then send me in with a note on Monday, saying I'm only staying half-days. So this means instead of getting out at 3, I'll leave at 11:30 in the morning. Then after 11:30, when Ross picks me up, I'll return home and stay in bed for the rest of the day. So, maybe we were somewhat defying what the doctor said, I need to go to school. I can't afford to miss this much. I'll be kicked out. I mean, think about it, the baby should be due in about mid-April, and I won't return to school again that year, after he or she is born. And I won't go back to school. This is my last year. These absences aren't excused. Meaning, not a good explanation to why I'm missing. So if I miss another full week.... Who knows what might happen.

*Monday Morning*

"Chanel...? Chanel!!!" Ross called, trying to wake me up. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him. My stomach hurt pretty bad this morning. It was probably the baby. "Ugh. Ross. I swear, if you try and make me go to school today, I will either throw up in your car, or break down crying the moment I step out of the car." I breathed. He looked at me, concerned. "Are you sick? Or do you think it's the baby?" He asked. I put my hands on my stomach. "Probably the baby......" I said, sickly. He sighed, leaned down, and kissed my stomach. "It's alright, baby.... Daddy's here." He whispered. I felt his hot breath on my bare stomach. I bit my lip. He lifted his head, and crawled closer to me. His arm was around me, and his head was in the crook of my neck. He softly kissed my neck. I giggled a little. He stared up into my eyes. His eyes are gorgeous, especially with the light hitting them. Hazel, but they look green in the sunlight. His hand was on my chest, by my neck. I literally got the chills when he slowly and softly traced my collarbone with his finger. He looked up at me, seductively, raising an eyebrow. He climbed up on top of me, and began kissing me. I put my hands on his waist, pulling him closer on me. I could feel him moaning through the kiss. He licked my lip, but I pulled away, grasping for air. My heart pounding, I put my hand on his chest, and leaning up a bit. "Maybe tonight." I whispered, sexually. He bit his lip, then have me one last kiss and climbed of of me. "So your stomach still hurts?" He asked. I rubbed my eyes and nodded. "Hmmm.... Alright, well, you lay here, watch some TV or something, I'll call the school..... Oh and I need to run to the grocery." He explained. "Okay. Sounds good." I croaked. I laid back down, but propped myself up so I could see the TV. I turned on the only show that was on at 6:30 AM - Dora the Explorer. "Where's map?!" She asked. I rolled my eyes, getting really annoyed. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS LOOSE THE D*MN MAP?!???! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXPLORER!" I yelled at her. After a moment or two, Ross came back in, while still on the phone. He lowered the speaking part of the phone and looked at me. "Uh, everything alright in here?" He laughed. "Dora here, has like, frickin Alzheimer's or something. She looses the map every freaking time!" I whined. Ross smirked, came over, kissed my forehead, then continued to talk on the phone. I smiled, and continued to watch my Dora program.

I opened my eyes, and looked at the clock. 11:30. Did I doze off? I guess so. Dora was off now, the entire TV was, actually. I guess Ross came in and turned it off. I slowly got up and walked downstairs. Ross was in the kitchen, eating cereal and watching the news. "Hey baby," I greeted, while coming up behind him, putting my arms around him, and nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. "Mm. Hey, darling. Feeling better?" He asked. "A little. I still just want to lay down and stay down, though." I laughed. He smiled. "Tell you what..... I'll put my dishes away, you go upstairs and lay down, and I'll be up in a few minutes with some things for us to do. Okay?" He said. "Okay." I answered, giving him a small kiss, then heading upstairs again.

After about 15 minutes, Ross came upstairs with a bag. I, laying under the covers (but propped up), had no clue what was going on. He sat down on the bed and faced me, with a BIG smile. "Ross's 5 ways to make Chanel better - By.... Oh um, let's see... Me! HA. Attempt 1: Feed her like a baby." He said, in a silly accent. "Oh gosh!" I laughed. He was serious. He brought me yogurt. He scooped a spoonful, and made faces. "Ahhhhhh!" He demonstrated, opening his mouth, wide. I opened my mouth, and Ross gave me the first spoonful. He started making faces, and saying stupid things in a baby-talk voice. I started laughing. "Fine, fine...." He mumbled, with a laugh, setting the yogurt aside. "Attempt 2: Coloring books." He said. He pulled out to coloring books, and a box of crayons. We both grabbed the crayons and began coloring the picture. Mine was a flower. I colored its petals neon orange, with a pink stem, in purple grass. I hate regular colors. I showed Ross, and he laughed and said, "You do realize we aren't in Oz, right?" I rolled my eyes, and gave him a playful push. "I love my flower." I quietly said, childishly. He let out a giggle. "Lemme see yours." I said, with a smile. He put his hands on his face and started laughing. "Ha-ha-ha. Very mature." I teased. I saw a little tear fall down his cheek from laughter. "Okay, okay." He said, calming down. He picked up his coloring book and turned it to show me. It was all just scribbles on the flower. "Ross! You messed it up!" I laughed. He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Okay....... Attempt 3: BUBBLES." He laughed. I raised an eyebrow. He pulled out two bubble bottles from his bag. He gave one to me, and kept the other. He dipped the end, and blew the bubbles in my face. I giggled as they popped against my skin. I blew some to him. Soon enough, we were blowing bubbles at each other. One balanced on my nose, and didn't pop. Ross leaned in, popped it with his nose, then quickly moved his head a little, to kiss me. I kissed him back. After a few minutes, he was on top of me again. I pulled away, breathing deeply. "So.... What.. What attempt 4?" I breathed. "Screw that, this is way better." He laughed, in between breaths. Suddenly I heard something. Or someone. A •CLICK• sound. I put my hand on Ross's chest (which was bare - he'd taken off his shirt) "What was that?" I whispered. He shrugged. •CLICK•. "THERE IT IS AGAIN! DO SOMETHING!" I whispered, louder. He nodded, and got up. We were both perfectly still until we heard another click. Ross tiptoed, then ran to the window. "AH, MOTHER****" He yelled. I got up and ran to his side. There they were. Paparazzi. All over the yard. In the driveway, the yard, the tree, the roof....... Everywhere. Apparently word had spread about our engagement and my pregnancy. The paparazzi yelled and screamed and snapped picture of us, and finally I was done playing war. "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY SHUT UP FOR A SEC, AND LET ME EXPLAIN!" I screamed over all of them. All got quite, even Ross. "Yes, we're engaged. Yes, I'm pregnant. Is it really that big of a freaking deal?! We're just two people who are in love, and are going to spend our lives together and are having kids because that's what lovers do. Is it THAT big of a deal?" I protested. And all of the madness started up again. "UGH." I yelled. I closed the window and went through the house and shut all the blinds. Damn paps ruin everything.

That night, all of today's madness was EVERYWHERE on the Internet. By now, everyone had heard about it. It "still remained rumored" though. Just because neither Ross nor I had the courage to come out and admit it yet. Sure, we were going to have to get it out somehow, but we were hoping we wouldn't tell like this. But I HAD to clear this up. I grabbed my phone, and typed, "So, I'm sure all of you have heard the rumors of the engagement and the pregnancy. As crazy as it is........ They are true. @rossr5 and I are getting married, and I'm expecting a baby sometime in April. Sorry to disappoint any parents, who think I'm setting a bad example. Sometimes you literally just CAN'T help it. God has a plan, and this is mine. This isn't a mistake. I'm not perfect. Sorry <3" then pressed the 'Send Tweet' button. I can't believe I just did that. Ross came in a few minutes later, and sat down on the bed next to me. "I saw your tweet.... I think what you did was right. I love you." He said, before kissing my forehead. Then my phone buzzed. I looked up at Ross, and he winked, and nodded towards the phone. I looked down at the phone. "@Rossr5 mentioned you" it read. I unlocked it and got on Twitter. I saw the tweet. "Yes, @ChanelWilBby and I ARE engaged. And yes, she's pregnant. So anyone who gives her sh*t about it, I WILL hurt. So all you b*tches out there who are dissing her, need to f*** off. Seriously. Chill. Don't JUST blame her.We're just a couple in love, who are ready to take a step forward. Just calm down. #Ittakestwototango" Was what it said. I smirked and looked up at Ross. He smiled awkwardly. He leaned in and kissed me. Hard and passionately. We laid back, and he climbed on top of me, without breaking the kiss. He began kissing my neck, in little love pecks. I moaned. He moved his hands lower and lower until his hands were underneath my pants and underwear. I slipped off his shirt. And he did the same to me. He pecked at my stomach. He slowly raised himself next to my face. "Want me?" He asked, seductively. I bit my lip and nodded. He smirked and stripped. "Wait... This won't hurt the baby will it?" He asked. I shook my head "No. That's a myth. Trust me. It's okay."

"Okay well if anything starts to hurt or if you're uncomfortable..... Just let me know." He said. I nodded. He kissed my neck again, and we started on our way.

By the end of the hour, we were both done and satisfied. We laid under the covers together. I laid my head on Ross's bare chest, in his arms. There, I drifted to sleep.