The Best Version Of Me

Chapter 9

Being pregnant was definitely not all that I thought it would be. My back is always hurting, which is weird since my belly is still pretty small for eight months. Also, I'm so mean to Marcel now. I yell at him for everything. Even when he's not doing anything to be yelled at for.

He says he doesn't mind because it's the hormones not me but I feel like it's the same thing. The harsh words are coming from my mouth. And I'm always crying. I once cried because Marcel was yelling at me. The crazy thing is I was the one yelling at him.

We decided that we didn't want to know the sex of the baby although, Marcel says we're having a daughter. I think he just wants a daughter to spoil.

He's made it a part of his daily routine to talk to the baby and rub on my belly. It's really cute. I decided that I would let Marcel name the baby if it's a girl and I will name the baby if it's a boy. We bought a baby book full of names and some DVDs that shows us how to change a diaper and properly take care of a baby.

We're also taking breathing classes, birthing classes, and we take care of a fake but real baby. Surprisingly, Marcel is really good at taking care of a fake baby. I'm still getting the hang of everything. Dad takes me to my classes when Marcel can't. He's working at a warehouse now and he loves his job. The only thing he doesn't like is being away from me.

We've been dating for five months now and things have been going very well. Marcel makes me eat healthy foods and he's even more cautious then dad. I slipped in the shower once and ever since then he's been smothering me. He told me that he loves me but isn't in love with me yet. I think I'm in love with him though.

Sometimes, he'll have a nice hot meal and warm bath ready and waiting for me when I get off work. He'll massage my feet and rub my scalp until I go to sleep. He'll buy me underwear and bras from Victoria Secret just because. What I love the most is when he talks to the baby when he thinks I'm asleep. He tells the baby how he'll always be there to protect us and how he'll never let us go. He's constantly telling me how much he cares about me and how he'll fo anything for me.

It's the little things that he does that made me fall in love with him.

I can't paint anymore until I have the baby which hurt me a lot because I love painting. Marcel, whom is not very artistic at all, painted a picture for me. It was three stick people, with weird shaped heads, but it was our family. He gave it to me for my birthday.

"Babe! I'm home!" Marcel calls.

I walk into the family room and see him peeking into the dinner pots in the kitchen. I smile and hug him from behind. He turns and hugs me back before getting on his knees to talk to the baby.

"How's daddy baby doing today? Mommy feed you that good stuff today? She gone make you fat eating all that unhealthy stuff. Just a little longer and daddy can hold you in his arms. Mommy gone be so jealous of our relationship." He says.

He kisses all over my stomach before standing up and kissing my lips. He sits me in the kitchen counter and we have a full makeout session. His hands roam my body but he jerks away when he feels the baby kicking. He's always so fascinated by the baby kicking.

I slide off the counter holding my back after five minutes of Marcel trying to get the baby to kick again. He immediately grabs my hand to help me with a hard sigh. In case you didn't notice, Marcel barely let's me do anything.

He pulls his weekly check from his wallet and tries to hand it to me. I roll my eyes and walk away.

I've told him numerous times that I don't want his money. I'm flattered that he wants to give me all of his money but I really want him to keep it. He worked hard for his money and I don't want to take it from him. He doesn't owe me anything despite what he may think.