The Baby (bump) Blues [FINISHED]

The baby (bump) blues (Part 6)

Four Months-

"It doesn't matter how you look!" Jamie shouted. "It's a clinic for pregnant women for crying out loud." I rushed to finish getting ready. "Yea Jamie, but I'm going to school after. I'm trying to get a date to the dance remember?" Three weeks ago we had had our homecoming game and they were finally going to host the dance. David and I had been "seeing" each other lately, as in flirting during free period while Mr. Patel tried to focus me, holding hands in the hallways, trading innocent kisses, but nothing was official yet and my stomach was only getting bigger. Jamie sighed and marched into my room his emotion changed into one I couldn't quite place and then he said, "Wow, if I wasn't gay I'd so tap that." I stuck my tongue out at him and looked in the mirror on more time. I had a white head-band in my hair and an off yellow dress on that came down to my knees and had a V-neck line. It clung to my body tightly, but was loose around the stomach and butt. Throughout the four months of pregnancy, I had only one up one pants size and my boobs graduated from their normal B cup to a C; despite that, unless you knew I was pregnant, you couldn't tell. Unfortunately, my good luck in the feet-haven't-swollen-yet department had gone out there door and so now, instead of heels, I wore flats...but they were cute. "If you want to make it back to school, we've gotta go." Jamie said, his eyes flashing around my room, avoiding me? I shook off the thought when he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the front door. Delia called my name, "Cheyenne! I have to go shopping today, anything in particular you'd like to add to the list?" I thought about this. "Those Special K breakfast bars, and oh, fruity pebbles and the ingredients to make tacos." Jamie rolled his eyes as Delia wrote this all down. "Bye Delia." I said, closing the door. I hear her muffled 'bye.'

~David's POV~ I couldn't find her before first hour, which was a shame. Tara came late to class, giving the teacher her tardy slip and grabbing the desk next to mine. Even since Cheyenne and I had started...whatever this was, I hadn't seen much of Tara. She smiled wickedly at me, "Our little Cheyenne's decided to be a bad girl today, huh?" I just stared at her with a WTF? look on my face. "She's skipping. I saw her and that surfer hottie stop for bagels at the Bagel Shack. She didn't see me though, never seems to notice me anymore..." Tara babbled on, but all I could think about was Cheyenne with Jamie. She had never said much about him since that night in the pool when I'd held her, but then again she hasn't said she'd dumped him either. Mr. Patel had told me to take it easy on her, she had a lot on her plate, but this was just too much. I liked her too much to share her with some pretty-boy. I ignored Tara for the rest of class and promised myself that I'd get over Cheyenne, despite her new found hotness...

After lunch-

I had gone outside, just to get a breather, when I saw a familiar Jeep Wrangler pull into the parking lot. Jamie got out of the car, his blond hair blowing everywhere with the cool breeze, and he ran to the passengers side. He opened the door like a gentlemen and held out his hand; I saw Cheyenne grab it and step out of the car, a beaming smile on her face. She reached back into the car and grabbed a subway take-out bag and her purse, before Jamie pulled her into a sweeping hug, twirling her. He said something to her, leaned over, touched her stomach affectionately and kissed her gently. To anyone else that might have looked like a friendly exchange, but I was fuming. I saw the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, and there was nothing friendly about it. I marched inside and to the band room to get my shit and leave before she got inside.

~Chey's POV~ In the doctor's office-

I twittled my thumbs nervously, waiting for my name to be called. Jamie held my right hand when my twiddling became annoying and massaged my finger gently. My stomach growled, "You're hungry again?" Jamie asked, I blushed and touched my swollen stomach. "What are you feeding in there, an elephant?" I slapped him on the chest. "Stop it, you're making me feel bad." A cart stopped in front of us and I looked up to see a girl looking at me. She smiled once, "Would you like something?" I pushed Jamie off of me and stood up, "Yes thank-you." I leaned over to reach her name tag: Libby. "Libby." I said. "Whatever." She shrugged. I looked on her tray and found a strawberry pudding, "Perfect." I said, grabbing it. Libby watched me take a few bites and frowned, "Don't you go to my school?" She asked. I froze, "I-uh, I-..." She cut me off. "No worries, I won't say anything. Looks like we're both skipping today. I do this candy striping to get out of school. One hundred and fifty hours so far." My mouth hung open and I laughed. "You've missed that much school?" Libby shrugged and smiled. "I've been doing it since ninth grade." I took in her outfit, a white, knee length "nurse" dress with red stripes down it. "And they make you wear that?" Libby frowned. "I look like a candy cane, I know." One of the other ladies in the room called her over. "Gotta go." She said, "See you at school." With that she was gone. I sat back down. "I want a candy cane."

The nurse called me in twenty minutes later and prepped me for the examine and ultrasound. The doctor came in and took my blood and then checked to make sure I wasn't dilated or anything pre-mature. When that was done she allowed Jamie into the room. "Here we go," She announced, squirting the cold jelly on my stomach. "Shit...lala." I cursed then smiled, "sorry." The doctor laughed. "No problems, I know how cold that stuff is." She smoothed it out and then placed the imager on my stomach, moving around to find my baby. This time I didn't need her to point it out, my blob had actually grown into a human shape and when the doctor turned on the sound, my baby's heartbeat filled the room; strong and fast. "Oh my," I said, squeezing Jamie's hand. "God." He finished. The doctor allowed me to watch my baby move around a bit and then paused the monitor, printing out the picture. "Would you like to know the sex of your baby?" I smiled and look up at Jamie, "Duh! We have to know what color to buy." I turned towards the doctor and nodded. "You are having a beautiful little girl." Tears pooled my eyes when she handed me the ultrasound, taped to the top of it were the pink letters 'Little Girl.' "Oh goodness." Jamie said, touching the picture. "I know." I told him. "One lat thing." The doctor said. "Pretty soon you're going to be able to feel the baby moving around, kicking. Let me show you how to tell what to look for." She put the imager on again, satisfied that my little girl wasn't moving, she wiped the gel and pressed her fingers on my stomach. Smiling, she grabbed my hand, "Here." I pressed where she told me, and felt a small lump in my stomach. I smiled and led Jamie's hand there. "Oh, creepy." He said, pulling his hand back then touching my face. We made it back to school by the end of lunch, luckily, we'd stopped for subway.

I hurried through the halls, trying to get to the band room so Mr. Patel wouldn't think I wasn't coming. I got to the door just as tit pushed open and David stormed out. I smiled, but when I saw his face, it quickly faded. "David?" I asked. "Don't." He growled and then stomped away. I pushed into the class room and saw Mr. Patel sitting at his piano. "What just happened?" I asked. He sighed, "The boy adores you, has for awhile. He saw you with that other gentlemen today...the baby's father I'd assume?" I froze and though about Jamie and our good-bye, suddenly I broke into hysterical laughter. I couldn't stop for ten minutes. "Sorry, it must be the hormones." Mr. Patel smiled, "Yes, they're probably a little, out of wack." I nodded and walked over to the piano bench. Mr. Patel sat next to me and I pulled out my little girl's picture. Mr. Patel put his glassed on and beamed. "Wow, a little girl, how fitting." I sighed and started playing the melody on his cliff notes. "Can I tell you a secret?" I asked, not missing a key. "Sure." He said, and started the second stanza on the higher keys, making the melody double-tuned. "I only let David believe Jamie and I were together. I mean he assumed, but I didn't correct him. I figured it would be easier." Our duet picked up speed but Mr. Patel was a pro, never missing a beat. "Make what easier?" He asked, breaking in a fast-paced solo as I waited for my turn to being again. "When he finds our I'm pregnant." I admitted, getting closer to the truth. "Why would that make it easier on him? Thinking that she's Jamie's kid?" I waited to answer until we finished the piece. "Because," I began. "It's his baby." Mr. Patel watched me intently. "Jamie is gay." We both broke into laughter then and Mr. Patel had to wipe his eyes. "Lets forget this baby drama. We have a ballad for you to practice, I want to test the strength of your voice. How about, You're gonna love me?"

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