Life as we know it~ Scirstie

Forty One

Scott POV
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Ikea furniture is the worst. I'm trying to put together a toddler bed for our son, and I've stabbed myself. Twice.

Kirstie is scavenging to find gender neutral colors for the babies room, and she is getting annoyed with the Internet.

"NO I DONT GIVE A CRAP ABOUT DISHWASHERS!! I NEED BABY CLOTHES DAMN IT!" I hear her scream, and interrupts my thought.

I smile hearing her, because I know she is really trying.

I successfully put the bed together, and yell to Kirstie to come check it out.

She waddles in, and a smile blows up on her face when she sees the finished product.

"Precious!" She smiles.

Joe was sleeping in our bed, and we both think he was enjoying the king.

"So anymore guesses?" Kirstie asked.

Kirstie was now 8 months along, and it took us forever to set up a toddler bed for Joe. He had a convertible crib, and we hadn't had enough time to go and buy a physical bed, so he was sleeping on a spare mattress sadly.

"I'm saying boy." I loudly say, and she glared at me.

"I'm going girl. Girls are the best."

"I'd like to detest that theory." I retort.

She rolls her eyes, and smiles.

"I'm going to get started on dinner." She says, and walks downstairs.

I then walk into our room to wake Joe from his nap.

"Hey buddy-" I start, and then hear Kirstie scream.

"My water broke damn it!"

Awe shit.

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Kirstie
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We drop Joe off at Mitch and Avi's and they seemed happy to care for him.

We then head back home, and wait until the contractions become worser.

Hour One
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Every 7 minutes. I watched friends with Scott, and ate the pasta I made, even though I'm not supposed to.

Hour Two
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Five minutes. Steady pace.

Hour Three- Six
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Drops to three minutes, and we head to the hospital.

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I look out the window as we are driving, and think.
I'm going to have a child soon. A new child- Joe's brother or sister. It makes me so happy- but pain isn't good.

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Scott
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Kirstie punched me. Punched me! I told her she was doing great in the delivery room- and she yelled "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!" And threw a hard lunch at my arm. It hurt.
Most of the time when she punches me its more of a "that's a funny joke, or silly Scott."

This was the first legit one, surprisingly.

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Kirstie
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I hear a baby, cry and I relax.

"It's a boy!"

I start crying, and they hand me the child. He has dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair, with some blonde thrown in. This kid has a lot of hair.

They figure everything else out, and we are handed our new addition.

"What should we name him?" I ask, and look over at Scott.

"Aaron."

I think, and then fall in love with the name.

"Aaron Matthew."

He smiles, and we both take Eachothers hands, and smile.

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Kirstie
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The Hoying Family
Scott, Kirstin, Joe and Aaron.
This is why I can not wait for Christmas cards.