A Broken Life

Chapter 18

6 months later

I'm seven months pregnant and the guys are acting like 7 year olds. We just got back from my ultrasound, and Jackson was so excited to hear we're having twins. He was shocked, non the less, but he was soon overwhelmed with happiness. Tommie waited in the waiting room for us, and once I told him the news he immediately recommended shopping.

"Come on Iz, be excited! Get pumped!" Tommie tries to motivate me into going shopping.

"You know I hate to go shopping." I whine and Tommie just dramatically sighs.

"Come on! You didn't let us throw you a baby shower and we've waited this long, the babies have to wear clothes sometime. Tell her Jackson!" Jackson just shrugs, and reaches for my hand. He rubs the back of my hand with his thumb soothingly and my stomach can't help but erupt into butterflies.

"Hey Jackson, both hands on the wheel! Prego lady in the front seat, safety first!" Tommie scolds, and Jackson mumbles something incoherent and removes his hand from mine. "Here, I hold her hand instead." Tommie smiles triumphantly, and reaches for my hand.

Jackson glares at him through his mirror, and Tommie hurriedly puts his hands up in surrender. Jacksons smirks, satisfied, and I just laugh at the two's behavior.

We park, and Jackson and Tommie race to open my door. Tommie opens it before Jackson, but Jackson goes to help me out of the car. Jackson once again grumbles something incoherent and Tommy just smirks knowing he's provoking Jackson.

"Stop fighting with Jackson." I quietly scold Tommie and he just laughs.

"But it's so fun." He smiles widely and evilly, and I just laugh at his attitude.

Tommie no longer has a crush on me, I know that for sure, and I've even old Jackson but he still gets a bit jealous at times.

We enter the store and Tommie starts running, "I'll get the boy stuff you get the girly crap!" He continues to run, and I just laugh leading Jackson to the baby girl department.

We split our ways, and I start looking for toys, as Jackson looks for clothes.

1 hour later

I come back with a few stuffed toys, some purple and green fuzzy blankets, and cute headbands with bows on them. I meet up with Tommie, and he has a basket FULL of baby onesies, blue and brown booties, and LOTS of toys.

I look at him and surprise and he just smiles, "What? I'll pay for 'em." I laugh, and shake my head. He's going to spoil my kids rotten.

We find Jackson and he has a couple of dark green and light purple kaki shorts, and a few brown onesies. Tommie looks at them in disgust, "No. You are not dressing your baby girl in those." Jackson looks at him confused so Tommie continues, "They look like Iz's clothes in her old pictures from elementary school." He waves a dismissive hand towards the clothes and shakes his head in disapproval.

"Hey!" I say offended.

"What's wrong with Elle's sense of style?" My sense of style? I do not and have never, dressed that bad ever in my life.

I look at the two exasperated, and they just continue to argue and criticize my "sense of style".

"It's my child I can buy her whatever I want!" My feet start to ache, and my head starts throbbing.

"No parent in their right mind would let them wear such horribly boring clothes!"

As they continue to argue about the clothes, I set all of my things down upset, "That's it, I going to the car." I grab the keys from Jackson's lanyard sticking out of his pocket, and storm out as fast as my short little legs will let me.

Fifteen minutes later and I'm still sitting in the car alone, resting my throbbing head against the cool window. Jackson knocks on the window and I unlock the car without speaking or looking at them. We start our journey home, and no one dares to talk. Jackson continues to take a glance towards me every now and then, and the streetlights shine through the windows as we continue to drive. Jackson hesitantly reaches out his hand to place it on my shoulder, but I shrug it off while still watching the streetlights pass us in silence.

We get home, and Tommie brings in the bags of baby stuff inside. He places them in my room, then comes down to say goodbye. He gives me a small hug, and then heads home. I sit on the couch and take my sandals off of my feet, and Jackson stands there awkwardly. The tension gets thick and I laugh.

He looks at me afraid. "I'm sorry." He relaxes at my words, and heads over to sit by me.

"Hey it's ok, I understand." He smiles, and rubs my back soothingly.

"I have a horrible taste in fashion." I state staring at the floor.

He laughs at this, "No you don't Elle."

"Yes I do." I look at him and pout sadly. He just laughs and pulls me in for a hug. The doorbell then rings and against Jackson's protests I stand to go answer the door.

As I open it, Jackson comes and hugs me from behind wrapping his arms around my large stomach protectively.

"Giselle?"

I look at the visitor confused, "Who are you?"