Two Hearts Collided

Chapter 4: Baby talk

I love my hubby so much. He made everyone leave. Now I've finally gotten my anger to ebb off. I slip out of our room and go wandering around the house, looking for Carter.

"Where's my Cuddlebug?" I ask loudly.

"In the kitchen!" he calls.

I go downstairs and wander into the kitchen.

"I made you dinner. Oh, and I made you chocolate cake, and don't worry, I let enough batter for you to have some. Do you want coffee? Juice? Milk? I'll make you a milkshake. A smoothie?" he's so excited.

I smile. "I can get it-"

"No." he says, cutting me off mid-sentence. "No way. Not happening. This is my job. I want to make you happy." He steps forward and takes my face in his hands. "I need to spoil you."

I sigh softly and lean up and kiss him. "Okay then..."

"What do you want?" he asks. "And don't say something that I don't have to make."

"What if I just want water?" I ask.

"Darling, I have known you for about six years now, and for almost all of those years except for three months, you've been mine. I know you don't have water for dinner."

That's so true. I'm probably the unhealthiest person you'll ever meet. I may be skinny, but I work out and my metabolism is very fast. For dinner I have had chocolate cake before. I will eat pizza for breakfast. I don't like drinking just water or just milk. If I'm having water, I'll have to add a drink packet to it. If I'm having milk, that's because it's mixed with chocolate or occasionally strawberry powder. I don't even take normal coffee. It has to have creamer in it for me to drink it.

"Cinnamon." Carter says. "What do you want?"

I sigh. "I want a smoothie." I admit. "Please let me help. You're making me feel lazy."

He turns to me and kisses me on the lips. "I will not allow you to help me." he says. "Strawberry banana?" he asks.

"Please." I reply.

"Sit." He points to the kitchen table. I do as I'm told, and I watch him make the smoothie, and then he gets two plates of Chicken Tortellini Alfredo. We both have smoothies. He sits across from me and we dig in.

I'm suspicious. "Alright," I begin. "Spill it."

"Spill what?" he narrows his eyes at me.

"You're up to something."

He sighs. "I wanted to tell you something." He says. "But I would've told you if I made dinner or not." He says. "I was told to tell you...I don't know how you'll react."

"Okay..." I trail off.

"Sierra's pregnant." He says.

I stare at him. "What?"

"You're going to have a niece or nephew in about eight months."

"Kyle is the father, right?"

"Yes. She didn't cheat on him."

I sigh, slightly relieved. "I don't like her." I grumble.

"I know." He sighs. "Now, there's something else..." he hesitates.

"Should I be scared?"

"This involves you and I." he says.

"Okay..." I sigh, nervous again.

"The paps asked me yesterday when we're having a mini us."

Both of my eyebrows shoots up into my hairline. "What did you say?"

"I said I didn't know." He says.

There's something about the way he ended that sentence that tells me there's something else.

"What else?" I ask.

"I want a baby." He admits.

I stare at him, and then I sigh and shake my head slightly.

"No?" he asks, his face falling.

"I don't know." I admit. "I want kids. I want at least four, you know that. I love the idea of kids, but with our jobs..." I sigh. "I mean...we get mobbed wherever we go."

"I'll have two body guards with you at all time." he says.

"I don't think now is the right time. We're about to go on tour..."

"I know." He says. "What about after the tour? We'll have about a year before the next tour, and we can have someone watch the baby while we're in concerts."

I'm quiet for a long time. "You realize our kid is going to grow up in this life? Do you know how many kids turn out to be assholes when they're in the spotlight?"

He wrinkles his nose. "Our kid is not getting whatever they want. We'll send them to school. They won't be homeschooled..." he pauses. "As long as we know what we're doing, our kid will be fine."

"What if I'm pregnant now?" I ask softly.

"Are you pregnant now?" he asks.

"No." I say. "But I could be in a week. We didn't use any condoms that night, Carter, and you came inside me every time. I'm not on the pill anymore. I took the morning after pill, but that was a lot of sperm for one tiny pill to stop."

"Well then I suppose we'll deal with that when the time comes." He shrugs.