Immortal Bite

Chap 10: Baby Bliss and Betrayals

I'm nearing the end of my pregnancy. Any day I can go into labour and pop this baby out. I just really want to hold him in my arms.

Sadly, my big bad King is freaking out about the thought of labour more than I am; if I so much as move to get comfortable or wince at a solid kick from our son, Slade's yelling madly and running around the room packing a bag. I can't help but laugh at the giant idiot.

Mum came for a visit a few weeks ago and couldn't stop rambling about how fast I've grown up and what it was like when she was pregnant with me. She did warn me that you can never have too much baby stuff. She said that they'd disappear like magic, get pooped on, vomited on, or end up with some unidentifiable smear that makes you question their whereabouts all night. I was slightly disturbed but took her wise words as a go-ahead for shopping sprees.

So, I convinced Slade that we need to go shopping again. For anything, really. But I mostly wanted bibs and clothing.

At 18 weeks, Slade and I went to find out the sex of our baby. We're having a boy. I happily rubbed it in his face that I was right. Slade was too bothered by my gloating -he was to distracted being an energised bunny and making me forget which way was up.

Best. Feeling. Ever.

The major downfalls about this pregnancy is the size of my stomach -I need to waddle now- which Slade thinks he squishes at times, the swollen, aching feet I now possess, and the insistent peeing! No woman deserves to pee this much!

Anyway, Slade and I have finally settled on a name for our son: Donavon Vincent Huntsman.

He's going to be magnificent.

Currently, I'm staring down at the bibs feeling Donny -that's what I've settled with calling him though Slade mutters that it isn't 'manly' enough for his son- restlessly moving in my stomach. Perhaps because his father, the irritating twat, keeps poking my stomach stirring the kid up.

And listening in on other people's conversation because he doesn't understand the meaning of privacy.

"What happened?" I sighed in annoyance at Slade when he buried his face in my neck and growled lowly while resting his hands calmly on my stomach.

"Snobby Whale Women, that's what." Slade muttered against my neck and I turned in his arms glaring up at him. He gave me a sheepish smile and kissed my nose lovingly.

"Whale Women? Are you calling me a whale, Slade?" I hissed dangerously up at him watching him squirm and Slade grimaced realising his mistake. We're in a baby store surrounded by pregnant women and he has the galls to call us 'Whale Women'. He's lucky to be alive.

"Whale Women? Who said that? I said...pale women." Slade stumbled nervously as he scratched the back of his neck and I hummed unimpressed at him.

When I turned back around he let out a relieved gust of breath and hurried to snuggle up to me again.

"I love you, Piper." Slade whispered to me lovingly as he kissed my cheek and I rolled my eyes at him but smiled slightly despite myself. He's too cute for me to stay mad at.

"Good. Now, on to important business: blue or yellow? Or blue and white? Or white and red?" I asked Slade curiously holding up the selected bibs and he sighed tiredly glancing at them.

"Why not just get them all and not make a decision? We've been here for hours." Slade whined childishly at me and I rolled my eyes at him again but did as he suggested. My feet were beginning to ache more than normal, anyway.