Maxerica

The Only One

"I can't believe we're having another baby," Maxon says, holding my hand.
We're both laying in bed.
"I know. I wasn't expecting this," I reply.
"Me neither. It's a good surprise though."
"Yeah."
"Do you know how far along you are?"
"Probably about a week."
"Oh, yeah."
I smile at him. He smiles back then kisses me softly. I kiss him back until he moves away.
He grabs his papers and works while we lay together before we go to sleep.
I feel my stomach.
I'm not showing at all yet, it's just amazing to have another baby growing inside of me. And the baby's father is the love of my life.
Maxon puts his papers down. I may my hand in my stomach. He turns towards and and lays his hand on top of mine.
I smile at him.
"Are you excited?" I ask.
"Definitely," he replies.
"Me too. I need another baby to hold in my arms. Those three are always running around playing now. That's all they do."
"They're kids and they're growing up."
"They need to slow down."
"Agreed."
"I hope it's another girl," I say.
"Why's that?"
"They're more fun to dress up. Plus we have two sons already and only one daughter."
"What's so wrong with that?"
"Nothing. I would just like someone for Eadlyn to play with that's all."
"She plays with her brothers."
"I know, but they won't play doll or do makeovers with her."
"We'll hope for a girl, but we'll love it either way then. Sound good?"
"Of course."
We lay there in silence for a bit.
"Are you glad you picked me?" I ask.
"I'm more than glad. I'm so grateful to have such amazing wife and kids."
I smile a bit at him.
"Were you really gonna pick Kriss?"
"Stupidly, yes. I was just upset and I jumped to conclusions. I was such an idiot."
"You had the right to be upset. You thought I was cheating."
"I should've heard you out. You're the only one for me. You were always the only one for me."
"And you have me, exactly as you should."
"I love you America."
"I love you too Maxon."
He kisses me. I kiss him back. After our little make out session, we go to bed.

I wake up at 8 feeling nauseous.
Maxon's still asleep.
I sit up and put a hand on my stomach.
I start to feel better, then suddenly I know I'm going to throw up. I get up and run to the bathroom, stopping and kneeling down in front of the toilet.
I start throwing up repeatedly.
Maxon comes in and holds my hair while rubbing my back until I stop.
"You ok?" he asks.
I nod.
"Morning sickness?" he guesses.
I nod yet again.
I get up and wash my hands. He flushes the toilet and washes his hands as well.
"You should lay down for at least a little bit," he says.
"Yeah," I agree.
He takes me over to our bed and has me lay down.
He gets me some medicine and has me take it.
"Thanks," I say to him.
"Do you feel better now?" he asks me.
"Kinda. I don't feel great," I explain.
"That's ok. Just rest and when it's time for breakfast if you're feeling well enough you can go down with us."
I nod. I lay there for awhile with my eyes closed. My stomach and head hurt, but I'll probably push through it and go to breakfast.
Before maxon can even ask if I'm feeling well enough for breakfast, I fall asleep.