The Teachers Assistant

chapter 12 part 1

I stand in the mirror contemplating whether I should change clothes again. I had already put on jeans and a nice top but then I changed feeling it wasn't nice enough. Then I put on a skirt and kept the shirt but I felt that skirt made me look foolish.  I was now wearing my new maternity dress I had bought with Sofia yesterday.

It was a teal chevron maxi dress which ended at my feet, unlike the last one that stopped at my ankles. This one was sleeveless but I just paired it with a jean jacket and white sandals.  I put my coral necklace on again and left my hair naturally curly but this time I did a French braid with my bangs and then pinned it to the side. For my makeup I went as natural as I could, I didn't want to scream whore to his family.   I looked myself over and just decided what the heck, I looked good enough. Even my bump was looking nice at sixteen weeks pregnant.

I finally calmed myself down and met Mark in the living room. He was sitting with his hands behind his head watching TV. Mark was wearing dark jeans, a dark blue dress shirt, and black dress shoes. His hair looked different, it looked.... oh my gosh?! He died his hair back to its original brown, it wasn't blonde anymore. I was so glad too because I hated that hair color on him. I smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks for changing your hair back; I like it better this way." I tell him truthfully.

He smiles and looks at his phone.

"Ok, ready to go? I already loaded the cupcakes into the car. Also did you know that I have the most beautiful girlfriend a guy could have." he says.

"Really I ought to meet her some time.” I joke.

"Ahh that might be a little awkward.” he teases.

He stands up and kisses me softly then grabs my hand leading me towards the front door. He grabbed his keys and led me to the car. He helped me in, closed my door, and then went around to his side.

"Mark how long is it to your house?" I ask. I hadn't been there since we had first met and I don't quite remember how far it was.

"About an hour, not too long, plus I'm with you so time will fly by."  He says.

He starts the car and we head off.

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"Wait a minute so what did you say you wanted to name the baby?" I ask again.

"Marcus, what's wrong with that?" he retaliated.

"Well I don't know... kind of sounds like Mark." I tell him.

"Well, what was that name you came up with?  He asks.

"Emmett.” I say smiling.

"No sounds like Emma, my son needs a manly name like Hercules.” he tells me.

I start laughing, he couldn't be serious. At this rate this child would never have a name. All of a sudden I think of an awesome name.

"We can name him Derrick Michael.” I say happily.

"Uhmm I halfway agree with you. I like the name Michael.  I just don't like Derrick so much.  How about Michael Avery? I can go with that." he says.

I smile. "You know what I think Michael Avery Jackson sounds great." I tell him.

He reaches his hand over and puts his hand on my belly. He quickly pulls away and starts laughing. I look down and wrap my arms around my stomach confused.

"What are you laughing at?" I ask a little concerned.

He turns looking at me with a huge smile on his face. He can't even get out what he's going to say he's laughing so hard. I was just glad we were driving on a straight road with no other cars.