Best Friends| Part Three

Chapter 11

Genevieve- Two Months later
"You should be resting, Genevieve. You're too close to your due date for you to be up running around after this little ones." Tracie nags as I prepare Yasmine for her first day of preschool.

"I know Tracie, but this is Yasmine's first day of school. I just wanna take some pictures and see her off." I reply.

Trey makes a loud entrance by yawning loudly and stretching.

"Extra for what?" I say sarcastically.

"Is there a problem, Mrs. Neverson?" Trey asks while kissing my forehead and ruffling Yasmine's hair that I combed.

I growl at him. I would usually play along but my hormones are spiked today.

"Yes, you're being annoying. I just fixed her hair, Trey!" I say frustrated.

"Alright," he says sensing my irritation,"I'll finish getting her ready. Why don't you go rest?"

"Ugh! No. I want to see my child off to her first day of school."

"Our child," he corrects me,"and fine."

He turns back around and recombs Yasmine's hair and helps her put her shoes on. He does this all silently as I stand by and watch. Trey is a really good father. Yasmine jumps off the bed once she's done and walks around the room.

"Let's go drop off our child at school." Trey says while taking Yasmine by the hand.

"Let's go to school, baby girl." Trey tells Yasmine.

She looks at Trey in confusion. She doesn't know what the heck school is.

"We'll be back in less than an hour, Tracie. Damien is still asleep" I tell Tracie who is sweeping the kitchen floor.

"Okay." She replies.

I waddle my big pregnant self out the front door and to the cars. Out of the five cars, I honestly don't know which one to pick.

"Come on!" I yell.

I don't know why I feel so agitated. Two minutes later, Trey comes out hand in hand with Yasmine who has her small bumblebee backpack on her shoulders. Trey makes a face at me as they come closer and closer.

"Which car?" I ask.

"Range Rover." He replies easily.

We walk to the black Range Rover and slide in. Yasmine, who is jumping with the excitement, has no clue what's going to happen. Trey chuckles as I struggle to put on my seatbelt because of my stomach.

"Help." I plead.

He carefully rearranges the strap so that the belt easily goes in. Trey drives off with one hand on the wheel and the other on my knee. I relax a bit at his touch. Trey and I have not stopped being intimate since I got pregnant, but we're also not doing it as much as before.

3-4 times a week cut down to 1-2. I'm just ready for this child to get out of my body! I place my hand over his, and he automatically flips his hand over so that we're holding hands. Trey doesn't even have to look or say anything to me for me to know that he's not mad at me.

We arrive at the preschool to drop Yas off. The overly polite preschool teachers assure us that Yasmine is in good hands. She better be because we're paying $1000 a week for their services. They're the best preschool in this part of New York.

Trey and I hug Yasmine goodbye. Yasmine begins to cry and tries to run after us, but one of the teachers hold her back. I want to turn back and bring her home, but Trey grabs my hand. As Trey and I begin to walk away, my heart breaks a bit.

"She needs to be around kids her age. This is good for her." Trey reminds me as we get into the car.

"I know." I reply.

I feel a sudden popping feeling then water gush out of my vägina. I gasp in surprise.

"What?" Trey asks while looking at his phone.

"My water just broke." I say calmly.

"What?" He asks again and looks at me.

The huge wet spot on my gray sweats causes Trey's eyes to widen.

"Do you wanna go to the hospital?" He asks nervously.

I laugh and say,"No. Let's go home first so I can shower and change my clothes. Remember that the doctor said to wait till my contractions are 5 minutes apart before going to the hospital."

"Yeah. Right. No contractions yet?" He asks.

"No Trey. I'll let you know when I do." I say.

"This is actually starting to happen." He says nervously while starting the car.

I notice his hand shaking as he starts the engine. He's making me nervous when I'm trying to remain calm.

"Trey, calm down." I say while placing my hand on his thigh.

Suddenly, a contraction hits my body and I cringe in pain. It feels more like a period cramp, but I know they're gonna get worse.

We arrive safely at the house. Trey comes over to my side to open the door and help me out. I feel as if I've been sitting in a puddle. Thankfully the seats are leather, but still. It's wet.

Noticing my embarrassment, Trey quickly says,"I'll clean it up. Don't worry."

"Okay."

He helps me walk up the stairs to the front door. He fumbles with the keys before finding the right one and opening the door.

"Back already?" Tracie asks while coming out of the kitchen and bouncing a happy Damien on her hip.

She noticing my soaked pants and nods knowingly.

"Baby's ready to come." She says with a smile.

"A month early. She doesn't want to wait any longer." I say while Trey helps me up the stairs.

Another contraction overtakes me and I tightly grip Trey's arm.

"Contraction?" He asks.

I nod fiercely as the pain runs its course. Trey helps me out of my cloths in the bathroom and hops in the shower with me. The hot water calms me down as Trey scrubs my body.

I sigh and say,"This feels so good."

He chuckles and says,"Don't get horny on me now."

He massages me in all the right places on purpose before rinsing us both off. He wraps me up in a big warm towel and wraps a towel around his waist. Even though we're married and Trey's a father, he still stays in shape. Thank you God.

I throw on an oversized gray t-shirt and undies before hopping into bed. I feel the bed go down as Trey climbs on.

"Tired?" He asks from behind me.

"Not really." I respond honestly.

Another contraction comes and I grip the sheets in pain. This one was worse than the last two.

"Ahh!" I yell.

Trey gets closer and rubs my back until the contraction passes.

"Make sure you're timing the contractions." I remind him.

"Mmmhmm." He mumbles.

Trey lays there and talks to me as we wait. Every passing contraction, he's right there gently mumbling soothing words.

Note
Lord. I know I took so long. Forgive me. Don't forget to read my other story called "steady". Leave feedback if you'd like.