day1 love

chapter 14* love, and all that stuff

The following 4 months had passed by in a sedate ebb and flow.

The days filled with work, I was happy there among my friends, our friends really.
The nights filled with him and I, marathon sex sessions, laughter, and shenanigans.

True to his word, he had quit smoking and didn't allow anyone visiting us to smoke around me either.
It was a good thing, but as winter had descended on Philly, I felt kinda bad for our visitors, watching them shiver out on the step, just for what was a nasty bad habit.
I can't say I really missed it either, because I had never been a heavy smoker, having smoked 3 to 4 cigarettes a day, maybe.

It was getting close to Thanksgiving and still I hadn't summoned up the courage to call my mom, or just go past there, still terrified of being turned away.
We laid in bed one night, him caressing "The Bean" as we'd dubbed this life inside me, mostly to keep me from getting on restriction for calling the kid "it."
That had happened one time two months ago and lasted 4 days until I figured out why he was so mad.
Whenever I tried to initiate for those few days he would leave the room or tell me to keep my hands to myself, that I needed no distractions and needed to really think on why he had dropped a restriction on my ass.

I was clueless.

Then on the last day of it, I finally figured out why he was so pissed. When another of his brothers, Stephen, had innocently enough commented how well my pregnancy agreed with me, and asked was "IT" kicking me yet.

Several heads turned, including Sam's and everyone said, in almost one voice, "DONT CALL HIM IT!"

"Oh duhhh," I thought to myself, "I should have figured this out days ago!"
"Yes, you should have" snarky inner me responded.
I flipped her the bird.

Later that night, I lay next to him and said, "I know why you're mad, and I'll never call the "little bean" an "IT" again babe ok?"
He raised an eyebrow and said, "took ya long enough, huh?"
I replied that it had, and I apologized by kissing my way down his body until I had what I desired in my hands, and then lovingly went down on him, until he stopped me, pulled me back up his frame, flipped us, entered me and let me know, my apology was officially accepted.

He could have just mentioned why he hated it, and I would have immediately taken it back because it wasn't meant hurtfully.

Strange that something I thought of as nothing, had inspired such ire.

When Stephen had called the bean it, I was annoyed too, and finally got why he was mad.
The bean being called "it" had trivialized he or she, making that comment, made it appear like it was nothing.

My having a baby, and his baby at that, was paramount to him.

I knew that bean was definitely his baby after a routine prenatal appointment when we charted on that little wheelie thingy they used to figure out when I had gotten this way.
It was that first time.
The day we had gotten back, that I had came back to him, we'd made love without a barrier.
It only took that one time.

He was with me at that appointment and when he heard the nurse confirm our conception date, he smirked already knowing all along, that this child I carried was biologically his.

Not that it would've made one lick of difference to his way of thinking, but I was thrilled to know it wasn't what I had feared the worst.

He was beyond thrilled that our baby was due in April, as that was his birth month. We secretly hoped lil bean would come on his birthday.
I would still be pregnant when mine came, which was my real birthday this year, as I happened to be a Leap Year baby.
Oddly enough we had born on the same day of the month, the 29th, just he was in April and me in February.