Liz Whats Wrong With You?

Little Terrors

"I'm really sorry." I climbed into bed, cutting off the bedside lamp. The streetlight found its way through the slit in the curtains, seeming to crawl across the carpet to the edge of the bed. I sat facing Alex with my legs crossed. I pulled my hair to the side and watched as he stood by the other window. His arms were crossed, chest slightly inflating then deflating with his even breathing. His barely tanned back showed me none of the emotion that I knew played on his face. He wouldn't look at me. I played with the ends of my hair that ran in wavy lengths to my belly button now.

"Alex please speak to me." I sat up on my knees, placing my hands on them for support. He wasn't being fair. When we left Jordan's he was fine. But now... I just don't know. I climbed from our bed and brushed past him. I opened one of the balcony doors and it swung back against the house. The air made my hair flutter past my face and I wrapped my fingers tightly around the metal rails. I looked down, huffing out of frustration.

"You know you aren't being fair Alex. Not even a tiny bit." I bit my lip, hiding the tears. I really am trying to control my emotions. I don't want to come off as bipolar. I heard one of the baby's let out a small hungry cry and the light from Hunters room flipped on, lighting up her balcony slightly. I faintly heard the sound of feet, bare feet, shuffling toward me. A hand ran through my hair, fingers catching in every single knot before ceasing. Kisses were dropped on my shoulder and the crook of my neck.

"I wasn't ignoring you. I was just thinking about how I'm going to ask you something." Alex's raspy voice hummed in my ear. I melted, leaning against the railing for support. My knees felt like butter.

"Hmmm what was this question?" I seductively whispered. His arms found their way around my slender waist, pulling my limp body closer. I molded perfectly into him and he rocked from side to side.

"Have you ever thought of having a baby with me?" He looked down at me. Of course. Who wouldn't want little itty bitty Alex's running around with markers drawing weenier dogs or fat mommies on the walls. Throwing Legos and smacking daddy in the face with dinosaurs. Taking my high heels and bra, putting red lipstick on and screaming 'look mommy I'm Brittany Spears'. I laughed a little to loud.

"What's so funny?" He turned me to face him, pressing my back against the chilly bars. I shivered and he smirked.

"Our kids would be little terrors. You know that right?" I grinned and he draped his arms over my shoulders.

"What? My kids would be angels." He snorted and looked over my head.

"Not mine. Im demonic half the time. They'd draw on the walls, hit you and Jack, and be hyper." He smiled at me. He knew just as well that it was true. We'd be awesome parents though.

"Yea i guess you're right. You are Pretty violent at times. But its sexy on short girls." He laughed and I laid my head against his bare chest. It was warm, oddly comforting because it was early October. He surprised me by picking me up and heading back inside. He used his foot to close the door I had opened. I was dropped on the bed and he climbed in, hovering above me. He kissed me softly, lingering for a moment before breaking it.

"One day there's going to be a little human in there." He slid his hand under my shirt, running his fingertips gently over my tiny tummy. "A little Alex or Liz. I promise you we will have a family. And you'll be the happiest woman alive." He laid down beside, gripping my side and pulling me to him. I set my head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping in my ear and his fingers tangling up in my hair.

"I can't wait." I let a small smile form on my lips and closed my eyes. I can only hope there won't be another argument for a while.