Rebel

Chapter 26: Kiss It Better

The three days following one of the happiest days of my life, we showed our daughter off to everyone and it made me even more excited about having her here. That meant that the apartment had pretty much turned into Grand Central Station. Mom and Dad were running around in circles and jumping through hoops in order to get things together. Mom was slowly moving more and more decorations in for the baby shower and Dad was trying to get measurements for something he was planning to build but wouldn't tell me or Mom. I never really knew my dad to be the handy type. Sure, he could throw some shit together with some duct tape, but anything he ever tried to build with wood and nails usually ended up a mess and a trip to the emergency room.

I didn't stop him though or even try to bug him about it. He was taking this time to get more acquainted with Danny and I wasn't going to stand in the way of that. They were trying to pull things together as quickly as possible to take the load off of me and they didn't know how much I appreciated that. Everything was really starting to come together.

Everything except for a name and I was dreading that conversation with everyone who was involved. Rachel was excited that another girl would be there to play with and keep her daughter company as she grew up. Hopefully they would be as close as we were with a lot less trouble making. I was terrified of the hell I gave my parents coming back twice as hard on me. I was also anxious to begin planning for a baby shower and excited about spending more time with Mom before I would be stuck in the house with Danny and the baby for a while. She told me that all of that isolation would drive me to the point of finding a job out of boredom. I was having so much fun making up for lost time and I was beginning to realize that I didn't know if I would have survived a situation like this without my mom and her guidance. Our bond was growing stronger every single day.

I was still giving Danny the cold shoulder despite all of his efforts. It may have seemed like we'd made up, but he had a tendency to ignore the big picture, trying to fix little things around it, out of fear of a huge explosion and shit hitting the fan. I could read him like a book and I knew that that was exactly what he was doing. Simply dancing around the elephant in the room.

He had done everything from running me a nice hot bath and trying to undress me, only to get rejected, to waking me up with breakfast in bed thinking that I would be in the mood aftermy stomach was full.

Yeah, I was in the mood all right. In the mood to take my ass back to bed. On a good day, I would have been all for hopping back into the sheets and pretending like nothing ever happened, but I wanted to know what was going on inside his head. I didn't want him to string me along and pretend to care about the problem just so I would stop bitching. We were going to have to sit down and actually have a full blown discussion. I never thought that it would turn into this. If my body disgusted him now because of something he did, how was he supposed to handle me when I was old, gray, and saggy?

Despite our differences, as always, we remained civil. He gave me my space so I could deal with my hormones without wanting to take his head off. We had even created somewhat of a routine. Saturdays were fantastic and they had been my days over the past month. I was actually glad that Danny had started distancing himself from me and not wanting to have sex. Saturday meant that I could catch up on my sleep and the laundry. I could sit down and plan out ideas that I wanted for the baby shower and the nursery, and I could get any homework done that I wanted to get out of the way for school. Graduation would be here before we knew it and I still hadn't tried on my cap and gown. Mom didn't even know that I had it and occasionally, Danny would bug me about it. I couldn't wait to meet our daughter, but I didn't want to fast forward to walking across that stage. With him being gone, I had time to think about what I was going to do once high school was over.

He would be gone to his brother's house from at least eleven that morning until two that evening. I would see him off, take a shower, and curl up in bed to air dry before he came back home. He always said that it would give me time to miss him. I highly doubted that because at this point I could absolutely choke the shit out of him and get off from it because I was pregnant and not in control of my hormones and emotions. I could always plead insanity, but who else could I trust to be a light enough sleeper to get up and make bottles in the middle of the night?