Smile (Kris Bryant)

Chapter Twenty Six| We'll Show Them

Kris

We're having a baby. Like a kid. A real life child. Holy shit. So much has happened this year and it's all happening kind of fast. We haven't been together all that long and I'm still finding my way around baseball. But so many guys on my team are young and have kids, most of them actually, and they're not bad parents. So it's not impossible to do this and do it good, right?

After talking to Alex's doctor we figure out she's about a month along. She is due in May of 2016 and was nice and healthy along with the baby. The nurse gave us a bunch of things to look for and how to take care of the baby until it gets here. I know Alex is being extra precautions this time around but I trust her.

I could see in her eyes how hard it was for her to talk about losing her first baby. I couldn't imagine not only being the only one knowing she was pregnant but the only one knowing she lost the baby. It hurts my heart to think about it. A mother has a special bond with a baby and the fact that she lost hers before she could even pick out baby clothes or decorate a room, it sucks. I just hope she knows that won't happen again. Not ever.

After a hard work out I lay on the couch trying to get the feeling back in my arms. I am getting stronger but man, my muscles hurt. I hear the door open and smile knowing it was Alex.

"Baaaaabyyyyy" I whine and I hear her laugh.

"Whaaaaaat" she yells.

"Come here" I insist and she appears by the couch I was laying on. I pull her in top of me and she gives me a great smile.

"Have you moved from here since our workout this morning" she shuns.

"Maybe" I smirk and she rolls her eyes.

"Well we have a house to look at today so up you go" she says trying to get up but I latch my arms around her so she can't leave.

"Five more minutes" I pout and she sighs. She lays her head on my chest and starts to rub my shoulders because she knows I'm sore. She made sure of it.

Ever since we found out she was pregnant last month we have been trying to figure out what to do. We haven't told anyone yet upon her request. I'm really excited but I get why she doesn't want to say anything yet. She wants to make sure everything is good and set so when people start to criticize she can tell them everything will be okay. It sucks but it's inevitable. We've only been together for half a year and we were both young. I get what they're saying, but they're not us. They don't know the love we share and how it's strong enough to withstand anything. But that's okay, we won't have to tell them. We'll show them.

And the first order of business was to find a house. We've looked at a few but haven't found one we think is good enough to raise our child in. But I have a good feeling about this one. It was big blue house in wrigleyville just a mile from the stadium. It had three bedrooms and two bathrooms and even a basement for some workout stuff. Maybe a screening room, who knows?

Eventually we get up and go to see the house. The realtor lets us walk around by ourselves as we try to envision of future here.

"Look at this kitchen" Alex gasps heading straight there. Why would I think anything else would happen? I watch her walk around with a big smile on her face causing there to be one on mine.

"I can see it now. Every Saturday morning we're home we have a big breakfast. Pancakes and eggs and bacon and everything set out on the island buffet style. Anthony will be here too because if he didn't play baseball he could make a living off eating all my food. We can sit around the table and be a normal family for just once" she sighs.

"That sounds beautiful" I admit stepping across from her at the island.

"I feel like you never say anything negative" she comments.

"Negativity is bad" I defend.

"Negativity is necessary" she claims.

"Is that so" I ask.

"Yeah. Without bad the good isn't really all that good. You appreciate the good more when you're feeling bad" she shrugs.

"Are you saying I'm good" I smirks.

"Very" she smiles. I grab her hand and we go explore the rest of the house.

The rooms were already furnished and there wasn't much we would change. Keep the walls simple colors and the carpet wouldn't have to leave. There would be a lot of baby proofing but other than that it was perfect. A large back yard for toys and maybe some get together. Finally we head to the basement and find that it was huge. The washer and dryer was down here but that's it. She smiles big and goes to a blank wall. She stands in front of it and runs her fingers from one side to another really taking it in.

"You know what would be really cool here" she asks.

"A painting of me naked and on a bear" I say and she cracks up.

"I wouldn't say that would be cool. I think the word you're looking for is disturbing" she giggles.

"I'm just kidding. What should this wall be" I ask wrapping my arms around her as she leans into me.

"I want a painting of the Chicago skyline. Like from that night on the boat where the sky was the most brilliant colors. The sun met the buildings making the most beautiful scene I've ever seen. I want that" she claims.

"And you should get it. And this house if you would like" I suggest as she turns around in my arms.

"I would love" she smiles.

We head upstairs and tell the lady we would like to buy the house. We can move in at the end of this month but will probably wait until baseball is over. We'll slowly start moving things in until we're all in here.

"What do we tell people when we tell them we bought a house" she asks.

"Well my parents kind of already know" I mention and her eyes get big.

"What did you do" she asks.

"Nothing! I swear. They don't know we're having a kid. I just told them I was making big boy decisions and they were excited. They can't wait to come see what house we chose" I defend.

"Oh, well that's cool. I should probably tell my family too" I shrug.

"Why don't you have them come to the next home game? You can take the night off and enjoy it with them" I suggest.

"Seriously" she asks.

"Yeah. I love your brother and your sister scares the hell out of me but she's cool too. Plus your parents are great fans and we would love to have them around the field" I insist.

"That's cool. I can text them tonight" she says.

"Oh and Alex, one more thing" I say.

"What is that" she wonders.

"I love you."