A Falice Story

26. Shopping

Before we knew it, it was already the end of August. I couldn't believe how fast we had gotten everything packed to move into our new house, but somehow we did. We were still waiting to finalize the sale of our old house, but we weren't too worried. The money I had acquired from turning in Hal as the Black Hood more than covered the purchase of a new home. If he only knew that he contributed to FP and I getting a brand new home--HA! 

The kids would be starting school soon--I can't believe it's already almost that time of year. I also can't believe that FP and I are going to be parents again in 4 short months. I'd been hounding him to take me shopping so we could finish getting the rest of the things for our baby girl's nursery, but with the move, it kept getting put on the back burner. 

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"FP....FP....FP--Forsythe!" I smack him over the head with a pillow after he refuses to get up after our alarm has gone off countless times. 

"Ughhh, come on...let me sleep Al--god knows I won't be getting any in a few months..." he mutters and I give him a narrow stare. "You won't be getting any sleep? Guess who isn't getting any sleep now?!" I hiss at him and he quickly rolls over hearing my icy tone. 

He sheepishly pulls the pillow off his head and gives me a nervous smile, "Honey, you know I didn't mean that. I'm just tired and crabby after that long day of hauling everything over to the new house. I shouldn't have taken it out on you--I'm sorry," he reaches up, pulling me closer to him so he can peck a kiss on my lips. 

I still have my arms crossed and refuse to look at him, suddenly feeling emotional. "Hey, Al--come on. Baby? I'm sorry...are you okay?" He gently rubs my back and I shake my head no. I feel his arms wrap around me, "Tell me what's wrong." 

I sniffle, wiping away the tears that have collected, "I just--it's stupid..." FP kisses my forehead and strokes the side of my face, "It's not stupid, tell me." I sigh and wrap my arms around his him, my head coming to a rest against his chest, "It's just been so hard to sleep lately...every damn time I find a comfortable position, she obviously doesn't think so and starts kicking," I whine, rubbing my belly, "And then I look over at you sleeping so peacefully, not being disturbed at all--and--and it makes me so...so jealous..." I'm now crying at this point and I feel like such an idiot. I can't help it though.

FP rests his hands on my bump, holding my hands in his. "Oh, Al. Why didn't you tell me? I would have given you a back rub, or just stayed up talking with you if I would have known." I look up at him, "But--but you've been working so hard lately, I know how tired you are...I just didn't want to bother you." 

His lips meet mine and he smiles, "You know I'd do anything for you. I'm part responsible for the creation of this little peanut--but my body doesn't have to go through the changes--so trust me honey, whatever you need, it's never a bother." I curl into him, kissing his neck, "Whatever I need?" He groans, "This is going to come back and bite me in the a--" 

"Can we please finish shopping for said little peanut today? Please FP?" I turn around and look up at him with puppy dog eyes, "I don't want to keep putting it off. She'll be here in four months after all." 

FP realizes he's not going to get out of it this time. He pulls me on top of him, his hands resting on my hips, "Fred isn't going to be happy when I have to cancel our golf date today..." I roll my eyes, "Oh, stop it. You and Fred can go on your date some other time." He chuckles, "Alright, alright. Let's go shopping then," he rubs my belly and the baby starts immediately kicking against his hand. 

"She's a daddy's girl alright," he says proudly. I run my hands through his hair and peck a kiss to his lips. "Because you'll spoil her rotten," I giggle. "Well, if she's anything like her mommy, she'll be very hard to say no to..." he sits up, bringing his lips to mine.