The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

67. Smack That Ass

"Astrid,  are you alright?" Tom asked,  touching my shoulder.  I snapped to attention and looked at him. I'd dazed out.  What had I been thinking about?  What had I been doing? 

"Astrid,  do you want to know the gender?" I heard Doctor Klepper's voice and I realized where I was. 

"Yes,  please." I smiled. "That'll be a great Yule announcement."

She moved the wand around and happily announced that I was having a girl.  Tears clouded my eyes as I looked at the screen.  I felt Tom's lips on my cheek and he grabbed my hand.  The doctor smiled at us as she moved the wand away.  Tom grabbed a towel and wiped off my stomach. 

Doctor Klepper left us alone,  and I sat up. Tom pulled me into his arms,  then kissed me. 

"I love you." I told him,  wiping my eyes with my hand. 

"I love you, too,  darling." He replied. I pulled my dress down and got up. I couldn't wait to tell the twins. Doctor Klepper came back in briefly to ask us to come back in two weeks, right after Christmas. One our way out, Tom made the appointment, and we left. 

We had to go straight to the airport to pick up Cheryl, who was staying with us for her vacation. She was waiting outside in the arrivals area with her large suit case. Tom got out, introduced himself, and put her luggage in the trunk. I greeted her with a tired smile when she got in. 

She spent the ride to the house catching me up on everything she'd been doing, the various conventions she'd gone too, exploits from work, and the like. Once we arrived at home, Tom took her bags to the guest room while she gushed over my large stomach. 

"I'm so happy for you, dude." She said, joining me in the living room. 

"Thanks. I'm excited. We weren't positive this would actually happen." I confided. "We haven't told my family yet. When they get here next week, I'll tell them. Needless to say, I've been avoiding the media like the plague." 

"Yeah, it's been noticed. Everyone just thinks it's your depression though." Cheryl said as Bobby jumped into her lap. He'd decided almost as soon as she got in the house that she was good people. 

I listened for Tom, and heard him puttering around upstairs. I dropped my voice and leaned in close to her. 

"Speaking of, something weird is going on." I said, just above a whisper. "I keep having dreams, where I'm Evan, but the dreams aren't scenes from the books or movies. James isn't Tom. I'm loosing massive amounts of time. Today, when we were at the doctor's, I don't remember leaving the house. I don't remember getting there or anything before she asked if I wanted to know the gender." 

"That's weird, Astrid." She said with wide eyes. 

"That's not the first time, either. I was upstairs putting Lucy and Boyd to bed the other night, I remember putting them in the bath tub, then, next thing I know, I'm having sex with Tom." I leaned back. "I don't remember bathing them, or putting them to bed. I don't remember Tom coming home, or even going to bed myself. I don't remember any foreplay, nothing." 

"Dude, have you told him?" She asked. 

"No, but I think he's noticed something is off. I've told him about the dreams, and I made an appointment with my therapist. She's booked until after New Year's though." I told her. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure, you know I got you." 

"If you notice I zone out or any weird behavior, keep track of it. Let me know. Tom said he's noticed that I seem to go on auto-pilot or something." I patted Bobby's head. "I don't want to ask him, because I have heavier restrictions now, he's had to pick up a lot of the slack with the kids."