Falling In Love: Of All The Dumb Luck (On Hold)

Chapter 33

Kelsea:

"When does my mom get here?" Jared asked as I sat at the breakfast bar, drinking my mug of herbal tea.

"Like a half an hour. Why don't you sit and have some lunch?" I had made a salad using leftover italian chicken from the night before.

"Okay. I'm meeting Sawyer, Sky, and Wynter at the gym while you guys go shopping."

"Sounds like you guys are finally going to hang out. You've been so busy at work." Jared had been so busy at work, he hadn't hung out with the guys in a while.

"You're so tiny. Should I pull out the candy stash?" I asked, poking his stomach.

"I lost a few pounds. Running around the hospital is a good work out."

"Maybe I should try it. I'm as big as a beached whale." I joked, pulling out the container of leftovers.

"Your almost nine months pregnant. Stop worrying about your weight."

"I know. I can't wait for him to get here." I cut the chicken on the cutting board and tossed it in the salad. "Italian?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's right here."

I set the plate in front of Jared and felt a sharp pain in my side. "Ugh."

"Are you okay?" Jared asked, concerned, jumping out of his seat.

"Yeah. Just Braxton Hicks and he's been kicking all morning. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should go to the hospital."

Jared worried. He'd been doing enough worrying for the both of us.

"We've been there three times. We're were just there the other night. I'm good." I laid my hand on my belly. "We're good."

I sat down and resumed eating. Jared stared at me intently for a few minutes and then lifted his fork to his mouth.

We sat and ate as we waited for his mom to arrive. We argued over baby names for a majority of the conversation.

"We are not naming our son Sebastian." Jared argured. "Sebastian Avery. No."

"Fine. But I want something with meaning. Something artistic. Jaxon maybe?"

"Jaxon. Like the crazy way that kid spelled it in high school? J-A-X-O-N?"

"His was Jacqson with a Q."

"No. Just. No."

The front door clicked open.

"Knock. Knock. Who's ready to shop?" Jessica's voice carried through the house.

"We're in here, mom. Stop with the rhyming, I beg of you. The baby begs of you."

"Oh, leave her alone, Jared. She's embracing the fun."

"Are you guys heading out?" Jared asked, scraping his plate into the garbage.

"Yeah. Will you hand me my bag?" I asked, shoveling the last fork full of salad into my mouth.

"What were you guys eating?" His mom asked as Jared placed my plate in the sink and handed me my purse.

"Leftovers. We were going to drop some off, but figured you'd be over."

"Definitely. John and Asher would love that. Oh and don't forget: Tomorrow 3:30 our house." She reminded us.

I clicked the home button on my phone and as the screen illuminated my face, November 11th, 2027. "Wait. Today's the eleventh. Today's his birthday." I pointed out.