You're such a Gorgeous Nightmare ; Craig Mabbitt *CURRENTLY EDITING*

Chapter 26; I can't do this

*Kameron’s P.O.V*

I had one week left in the pregnancy. One week left until I would be able to hold my son in my arms. It was the end of February right now. Valentine’s Day had come and passed, Craig had gotten me a giant Teddy bear holding a dozen red roses. The roses that sat in a vase beside my bed as we speak, and the Teddy bear had a permanent home in my desk chair since I never used it.

The last two days consisted of us setting the crib I’d gotten for Christmas up in my bedroom and buying cans of formula and a few other things we didn’t get from the baby shower. Like a car seat, a stroller, Monte had taken it upon himself to buy Mason more clothes, all of which wouldn’t fit him until he was about six months old. I didn’t say anything about it though; I just thanked him and hung them up in my closet with the others.

I had gotten a little bigger but not much, I looked like I was literally about to blow up at any moment. I had been ten times more uncomfortable during the last few days. I had to have help getting off the couch now, which made me want to cry because I was so huge. The stairs served to agitate me more now; I couldn’t stand them because it took me what felt like a fucking millennium to get down them.

The guys had started picking on me about how I was waddling instead of walking now; I’d like to see them deal with this back pain. Mason had hardly let me sleep the last two nights; he’d been kicking me so hard I thought he literally might kick through my stomach. Craig slept in my room with me every night for the past month, sometimes we’d fall asleep in his bed, but we were mostly in mine.

He found the fact that I needed help doing pretty much everything now very satisfying, according to him he liked doing things for me, but I didn’t like having things done for me. Too bad I wasn’t in a state to argue about it. It was a chore for me to just walk across the house, I felt like I was going to topple over. I felt like one of the weebles, you know the egg shaped dolls that kids played with now. “They weeble and they wobble, but they don’t fall down.”  Yeah, that’s exactly what I felt like.

The band had come over yesterday and we finished up our seventh song, none of which I’d played for Craig, Max, Monte, or Robert. I didn’t plan on playing them for the ETF guys until we started recording or I could at least hold my guitar correctly. I told myself that I was going to give myself time to heal after having Mason and then I’d start going to the gym to lose the rest of the baby weight. Too bad I’d be stuck with the stretch marks for the rest of my life.

“OH HELL YES, CAKE BOSS IS ON!” Max shouted from the other end of the couch. I cheered with him as he sat the remote down on the table.

“I swear if I could marry a show, it would be this one.” I said and Craig laughed from above me.

I was currently laid down on my back with my head in Craig’s lap and my knees bent, my hands rested around my large bump. Craig’s hands were running through my hair slowly.

“If you could marry a movie it would be Monsters Inc.” Craig said and I nodded ferociously.

“Yes, that would be my movie husband. I’d just have an affair with Cake Boss.” I smiled and he chuckled at me.

“You know, all this cake is making me hungry…” Robert said from the floor where he sat his attention on the screen. I laughed at him, it was a few seconds after I laughed that I felt a sharp pain. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t say anything, it was just a cramp from how I was laying.

So I sat up and leaned against the back of the couch. Craig looked at me for a second and then turned his attention to the TV. Robert left the room then to go make himself a sandwich, I shook my head at him when he came back a few minutes later with the biggest sandwich I’d ever seen. As soon Robert took the empty spot on the couch beside me I felt another sharp pain shoot through my lower stomach, and I started feeling like I really had to pee.