Your Time

Chapter 12

"Harrison stop it."

Harrison smiled, pushing more hair behind her ears as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. His fingers pulled at her waistband, eventually running up her sides and around to her round belly.

"You're really big."

"Well I could go into labor any day now."

"I know sweetheart. And I'm excited."

Carrie smiled the smile he'd fallen for all those years ago. Who would've thought they would have three kids, a dog, and a fourth on the way?

He kissed her again, forming himself around her round belly. The kiss trailed its way down her neck and to her collarbone. As Harrison kissed his way back up her neck, she ran her fingers through his messy hair. Tucking it all behind his ears, she moved her hands down to trace the light stubble of a beard coming on.

Carrie put an arm around him with a hand now on the back of his neck. "When do you think you're going to pop?" He asked.

She laughed hearing that. Earlier today, Billie asked her mommy when she was going pop and have their little brother. Now it was a family thing to ask Carrie when she was going to pop.

"I have no idea," she answered truthfully. "Hopefully sometime soon."

"I hope so too, because then we can get back to this," he whispered, pressing a hard kiss to her lips.

With her being nine months pregnant, Harrison really couldn't roll on top of her. He settled to slipping his fingers under her shirt and up her sides where his fingers tickled her cool skin.

"Harrison that tickles!" He kissed her again. "Harry!"

Ending the kiss, he tipped her on her side. Her nails dug into his back as this time, she pulled him in for a kiss. Carrie grabbed his shirt and pulled him against her. "Aggressive," he muttered as her lips crushed against his.

She winked, putting both arms around his neck. "We are stopping at four," Carrie groaned, feeling their soon to be new baby kick her again.

"I was thinking six," he said.

"No way!"

Harrison laughed. "What about five? That's not too many."

"Four," Carrie repeated. "We're stopping at four."

"Alright sweetheart."

"We don't even have enough room for five kids."

That statement was true. With their bedroom, the kids each had their own room plus the guest bedroom, there wasn't enough room for a fifth kid.

"We could always renovate."

"No."

"We could get another dog."

"No."

"A new car."

"No."

"A million dollars."

"We have plenty of that."

He laughed. In his ten years of playing for the Cowboys, they hardly made a dent in the bank. And with his Nike endorsement renewed, he was still getting money from being on their ads on in their commercials along with his cleat line.

Carrie leaned her head against his chest, exhaling a sigh. "You look tired."

"Oh I am. This little one has been taking a lot out of me," she whispered back, tracing her pointer finger along his tattoo.

Harrison's tattoo was her initials. And it was on his left side, right under his collarbone. Under her initials which were in cursive, was the date they got married. He'd gotten the tattoo last year, a few weeks before their anniversary.

She yawned. "Goodnight sweetheart," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight Harry."

•••

Like with Adam and Billie, Carrie woke up in the middle of the night with severe pain coming from her stomach. "Harrison," she muttered, elbowing him.

Harrison sat up, seeing Carrie with a hand on her belly trying to get out of bed. She looked at him. "Just as Billie would say, I popped."

With what was going on, that got a smile from him as he jumped out of bed. "Let's go."

"I don't want to go."

That stopped Harrison in his tracks. "What?"

"I don't want to go to the hospital," she repeated, scooting closer to the edge of the bed.

"Why don't you want to go?" He asked. But as soon as he said the words, he knew her answer. When she had Billie, it took her forever to be released. And Carrie hated being stuck in the hospital when she was perfectly okay to go home.

"Carrie I can't deliver this baby!"

"Yes you can!"

"Come on, we're going to the hospital."

"No. I want to have this baby here. Please Harrison!"

He came around to her side of the bed. Harrison took both her hands in his, helping her to her feet and walk towards the bathroom. Once she could lean against the counter, he opened the shower door and helped her step in and sit on the small ledge.

Harrison knelt down in front of her, unsure if he could do this. It was almost as if she was reading his mind, for she reassured him, "yes you can."

Without hurting her, he pulled down her underwear and sweatpants. "Okay Carrie, push."

Doing it three times before this, Carrie was used to it and able to make it easier on herself. She screamed, her nails clawing at the shower walls. Harrison grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it. "Keep pushing Carrie. You're almost there."

She let out a sigh of relief when he let go of her hand to catch their child and when she head their son begin to cry. Harrison stepped out of the shower with the baby in his arms, coming back with a handful of towels.

He cleaned off the baby first, then handed him to Carrie. "He's adorable Harry."

"He looks so much like me."

Still holding their son, Carrie asked, "Benjamin Harrison?"

"I like the sound of that."

She smiled. "So do I."

•••

An hour, later, Harrison had Carrie and Ben moved back into their bedroom where she was propped up against the headboard. "Benjamin Harrison Ford, October 21st, 2020," she said aloud as he sat next to her.

Somehow, none of the kids heard the commotion from their mom delivering another baby. "The kids are going to be in for a surprise in the morning."

"Definitely. They're going to wake up to a new brother."

When he got comfortable next to her, Carrie handed Ben to him. "Welcome to the family little man," he whispered as Carrie leaned her head against his shoulder.