Be My Shelter (Book II)

Chapter 19

As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the couch; I rested my head on Nolan's lap, and my hands on my stomach. Now that I was 17 weeks, I actually looked pregnant, not just fat.

"Tired?" He chuckled, turning the volume on the TV down and resting his hand on my bump.

"Yes." I yawned, shutting my eyes.

"Then go to sleep." He said and I opened my eyes.

"But I hardly saw you at all today. You left before I woke up and then when you got home, I saw you for about an hour." I said. He grinned and leaned down, pecking my lips.

"I missed you, too." He said.

"Now tell me the truth. Do I look fat to you?"

"You have never been fat. Why?" He asked curiously.

"My body is...changing...and I'm not sure I like it too much."

"You're carrying a human being inside of you. Of course your body is going to change."

"So you're saying that I'm fat." I said, sitting up and staring at him.

"Wha-no! I meant your stomach is getting bigger. That's all." He said and I stood up.

"I'm fat!" I wailed.

"Regan! You aren't fat!"

"I'm not?" I sniffled.

"No! You're beautiful," He sighed. "Now will you watch TV with me?" He asked, patting the spot next to him.

"Okay." I sighed, wiping my eyes ands sitting down.

"I missed you." He smiled, scooting closer to me and wrapping his arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched with him.

"What are you watching?"

"Baseball."

"That's not baseball."

"It's a commercial." He said.

"That's so sad!" I cried, my eyes prickling with tears at the commercial with abused animals. What was wrong with me? I never cry when I watch TV.

"Are you crying?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Yes!" I wailed, burying my face into the chest of my very confused husband.

"Knock knock!" Mom said, walking into the TV room. "Why is she crying?"

"Uh...there was a commercial showing a bunch of abused animals with a really sad song playing in the background....and then she started crying. I don't know what to do!"

"Relax, Nolan." I heard Mom chuckle. "Her hormones are all over the place right now."

I looked up and wiped my eyes. I'm pretty sure my mascara was running and I looked like a raccoon. "Sorry."

"I was way worse with this one." She said, jutting her thumb in Nolan's direction.

"She's right." Tristan said from the kitchen.

"Nolan? DO we have carrots?" I asked.

"No. Do you want me to go pick up some?"

"Yeah...and chips."

"What kind?"

"All of them...except sour cream and onion and barbecue. Oh! And we ran out of olives."

"Already? I just stocked up last week!"

"Well, you were at work and I was hungry...and lazy."

He chuckled and kissed my head "I'll be right back."

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"I'm back!" Nolan called out, coming in the living room.

"Ooh! What did you get?"

"Everything you asked." He said, setting the bags on the table.

"Thank you." I grinned, getting up and walking over to the table, taking out the carrots and opening them.

"You're welcome."

"So...I signed us up for birthing classes."

"Why? We don't need some stupid classes. Just talk to my mom."

"She had you over twenty years ago, I doubt she remembers everything, and there are new techniques." I said, eating more carrots.

"But...we don't need a class."

"We are going and that's final." I said, glaring at him. I grabbed the carrots, a bag of chips and stomped upstairs.

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