Blake and I have been married for two years and have two kids of our own (Braya, 3, and Wilson, 1 1/2) and his son and my stepson Ford (6). And now we're expecting our third baby girl (our own) any day now. I'm now 37 weeks pregnant and my belly is like the size of Blake's autographed Michael Jordan basketball (which he got in Charlotte when he and clippers were playing against the hornets). It's now Christmas and we got everything ready for the party. We were all dressed up and were ready for it.
"Wow. Babe, you look amazing in that black dress," said Blake.
"Thanks BG Babe. You look very handsome in that suit," I said.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome BG Babe." Then we kissed each other.
"Ew," said Braya and Ford and Wilson just gave us the 'What the heck are you two doin?' look. Then our guests came over and we all sat down and had dinner. It was mostly our families and the clipper family that came and we had dinner at the table. We had turkey, mashed potatoes, veggies, cranberry sauce and salad and chocolate cake for desert.
"So Emily and Blake, when is baby number three coming?" asked Marieka.
"About 100 years. Naw, I'm kidding," I said and everyone laughed.
"That's a long time," said Blake with a bit of a laugh.
"Yeah. But she'll be coming any day now," I said.
"That's awesome. Are you guys ready for another round of less sleep?" DJ asked us.
"Yes," we both said in unison. Then we finished our meal and went out to look at lights. I packed an extra pear of underwear just in case if my water bag broke.
"Hey Braya and Wilson and Ford, do you wanna ride with grandma Carlene and grandpa Jeff?" asked my mom.
"Yeah," they said. Blake and I got their car seats and put them inside their van. Then we got in our car and lead the way to look at lights.
"Looks like it's just gonna be you and me Em Babe," said Blake.
"Yep," I said and then we kissed each other. Then we lead the way to look at lights. The houses looked so beautiful with the lights but our favorites were the dancing lights. The kids always loved the dancing lights and so did we. Then all of a sudden, my water bag broke.
"BG Babe."
"Yes?"
"My water bag broke. She's coming." Blake all of a sudden had this concern look on his face and grabbed his phone and called his dad Tommy.
"Hey Son, what's up?"
"Hey Dad, it's Emily. She's going into labor."
"Right now?"
"Yes. Right now. We're gonna drive to the hospital right now. We'll see you guys later ok?"
"Ok. Be safe guys."
"Will do."
Ok. Bye."
"Bye." Then he hung up on the phone and grabbed my hand.
"It'll be fine baby," he said.
"Ok," I said and then we drove off to the hospital.
Chapter 2 is coming up soon. :)
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A Love That Was Suppose to Be
RomanceBlake and Emily have been married for two years and have two kids of their own (Braya, 3, and Wilson, 1 1/2) and Ford (who is 5). Now, they're expecting their third and final child of their own and they thought that everything was going to be perfec...
