- Hey guys. Please read my new story: From Nothing To Something. Just for you guys, I'm gonna skip 4 months. So Grace is 5 months pregnant. Hope you enjoy :) .
A lot has happened in the past four months. Laney, Hailie and Whit took me shopping for my baby boy. My stomach has got a lot bigger and me and Marshall have been planning the wedding. God, I'm so excited, for the wedding and for my baby. Even the thought of my baby makes me happy. I've been for two ultrasounds. My babys gotten bigger.
Me and Marshall were lying in bed. We were talking about baby names. A idea popped into my head. "How about we name it DeShaun?", "What?", Marshall asked. "Why don't we call our baby boy, DeShaun or maybe Ronnie?". "Babe you'd do that for me?", "Yes I would. I would do so many things for you Marshall. Plus I don't wanna do the Marshall Bruce Mathers thing". "Babe, that's so sweet and I don't wanna keep doing that thing either".
"So, question is either DeShaun or Ronnie?", "Um..", Marshall said, with a thinking face. I got another idea, "How 'bout DeShaun as a first name and Ronnie as a middle name. So, his name will be, DeShaun Ronnie Mathers". "Sounds cool", Marshall said. "It's settled, his name will be DeShaun Ronnie Mathers". "Yep".
"Now lets get some rest", Marshall said, rubbing my tummy. "Okay".
I fell asleep easily, I was pretty fucking tired.
I woke up, I felt a bit sick. I had morning sickness, but it wasn't in the morning I was sick. It was anytime. I kicked off the blankets and rushed to the bathroom. I was on the bathroom floor, puking into the toilet. After a few minutes I was alright, just a bit hungry.
I heard footsteps. "Babe you alright?", Marshall asked, coming into the bathroom rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, I am now. Just morning sickness. Even though it's called morning sickness, doesn't stop it from any other time". "Yeah. Want me to make you some food", "Yes please". Marshall helped me up off the bathroom floor.
Marshall quietly led me downstairs, turning on nearly every light on the way downstairs. We finally made it to the kitchen. "Want a tea?", "Yes please Marshy". I looked out the kitchen window, it was dark as fuck. The streetlights and the moon were the only thing lighting up the night.
"Go sit down babe". "Okay", I walked over to the breakfast bar and sat on one of the chairs. "Here babe", Marshall said, handing me my cup of tea. "Thanks Marshy". "No problems babe. I'm always gonna be here to make you tea". "I hope so", I laughed and so did Marshall.
"Wanna toastie", "Yes". "Okay. I'll get started". "Thanks Marshy. You're gonna be the best husband ever", "And you're gonna be the best wife ever". I sat up and leaned over the breakfast bar. I pointed at my lips and smirked at Marshall. "Fine babe", Marshy said. He leaned down and kissed me softly.
"Ow", I said, breaking the kiss. "What?", "Just the baby, don't worry". "If you say so babe".
Marshall began making my toastie. He cut up onion, put ham, cheese and onion on a piece of bread. Then put another slice of bread on top. Marshall pulled out the toastie machine and plugged it into the wall. He put my sandwich in the toastie machine and closed it.
"Thanks Marshy", I said. I took a sip from my tea. "Marshy, you make the best tea ever", "Thanks babe". Marshall kissed me again. "We better get back to bed soon", I said. "Yeah, gotta drop the girls off at school tomorrow".
"Marshy you go back to bed, I'll finish making my toastie and I'll finish my tea". "You sure babe?". "Yeah Marshy. You got stuff to do tomorrow". "Okay. Come back to bed soon, okay?", "Okay". Marshall walked out the kitchen, I heard his footsteps go up the stairs.
I finished off my tea, while my toastie was being made. In a few minutes, I checked on my toastie, it was done. I took it out the toastie machine, placed it on a plate and turned off the toastie machine. I sat back at the breakfast bar with my toastie. I ate it, while I looked out the window.
I felt the baby kick. It hurt a bit, but not a lot. I finished my toastie and quietly put my plate in the sink. I quietly crept back up the stairs, turning the lights off on my way. I slipped into our bedroom and back into bed. I felt the warmth come over me when I got under the covers.
"Marshy you awake?", "Yeah". I found Marshall's hand and placed it on my tummy. Marshall chuckled, "I can feel him kicking". "I can to". "Babe, you need to get some sleep. You're sleeping for the both of you". Marshall drew patterns on my stomach, it made me relax. All I remember is Marshall brushing my hair and rubbing my tummy. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, Marshall was gone. I checked the time. Must've gone to drop the girls off. Marshall's so sweet like that, dropping the girls off, protecting them. I know dad's are supposed to be protective, but Marshall is a whole new level of protective. But I still loved him. His smile. His hair. His voice. Hell! Even his walk is sexy to me. I can't believe I'm going to marry my idol, my lover and my best friend.
The only problem, is the paparazzi. Every time we go out, they always take pictures. Like when we went baby shopping, they followed us and took photos. The next day we're either on the news or in the newspaper. It's fucking annoying. I rolled onto my back and looked at the roof.
I wish I could do more. Like play tennis on Marshall's tennis court. I've played Marshall a couple times, I can't now, other wise I over heat. I can still go swimming, when I get really hot, I go for a swim.
I heard the door open and footsteps downstairs. Just as I went to get up, I felt sick. I jumped out of the bed and ran my fastest to the bathroom. My fastest wasn't very fast, more like a fast walk. Just as I was going to puke, I made it to the toilet.
"Babe, you 'ight?". I couldn't answer, I was still puking. I heard Marshall's footsteps come upstairs. The bedroom door opened, Marshall rushed into the bathroom. "Morning sickness again?", I nodded. I puked again, Marshall held my hair for me. A few minutes later, I was feeling way better.
"Alright?", Marshall asked. "Yeah, way better". "Wanna see what I got?". "Yep, just help me up", Marshall took my hand again and helped me up. Once I was on my feet, Marshall led me downstairs. "Close your eyes babe. I'll led you to my surprize". "Okay Marshy". I closed my eyes and Marshall took both my hands. He took me somewhere.
We stopped, "Open your eyes babe". I obeyed and opened my eyes. "Marshy! It's wonderful!". "I thought you might like it". Marshall had just brought a pram and some cute baby clothes. I fell in love with a fuzzy, blue onesie. It was so cute.
"Marshy, you didn't have to do this", "I wanted to babe. I miss being a dad". "You're going to make a awesome dad". "And you're gonna be the best mom". I kissed Marshall, I pulled away. Marshall crouched down and began talking to my stomach.
Guys, please read my other story, From Nothing To Something. Thanks guy. Y'all are awesome :)
