Heaven

Chapter 28

I've got to say, pregnancy when you're dead is way easier then when you're alive. Especially when there's three slightly pregnant women all in your living room, eating cake and ice cream, claiming it's for the baby that's too young to understand what's happening, let alone figure out what it wants. But I'm determined to not put too much weight up this pregnancy because my other two, I was so fat it was disgusting. It took about three months to get all that weight off and that was a lot of hard work, especially with the media judging me.

"Where did the boys go? I want pizza," Kitty complains from her black couch. She's acting as though she's already seven months pregnant, in the grey sweatpants and old hoodie she stole from Artie with a messy bun.

"Woman, you're maybe a month pregnant! You're completely fine, stop acting like you're about to pop," Marley reminds her from the reclining chair you can sink into. It's kind of bouncy and she has a lot of energy to burn so she's bouncing on it.

"Coming from the one who did twenty minutes of sit ups today," Kitty reminds her, swatting at the air close to Marley.

"That's not healthy for a baby," I remind her and she sighs.

"Well, my abs aren't going to be there soon and Kitty knows how I act when I feel fat and blah," Marley counters, glaring at the blonde.

"I already apologized for giving you an eating disorder when we were sophmores, Marls," Kitty reminds her, rolling her eyes.

"And I already accepted the apology, I just felt like being mean," the brunette cheekily smiles. These two are thick as thieves and I love it.

"Alright, let's just call the boys and ask for some pizza," I suggest, walking my jean, mom cardigan and black crop topped self to the kitchen where my phone is. The boys went to go do something, I don't know what. I just hope they don't break something.

My phone is buzzing with a call from Finn, so I answer it. Weird, I thought he was having guy time. "Tell Marley to answer her phone, now."

"Well, hello to you, too, babe," I roll my eyes good naturedly at my husband. "Why does she need to answer her phone so bad?"

"Sorry, we're in a rush. You three doing okay?" Finn asks, clearly worried about something.

"Yeah, but can you guys get us some pizza on your way back?" I ask. "And what's such a big deal that it can't wait twenty minutes?"

"Can't explain, but just get her to answer her phone. Yeah, we'll get some pizzas. The usual?" He asks, still anxious.

"Yeah. I'll tell her to answer his calls. Don't do anything stupid," I warn. "Love you."

"Love you too. I promise not to do anything too dumb," Finn replies, in his normal tone of voice.

At that, I hang up and walk into the living room, settling into my chair. "M, Finn needs you to answer your phone. Jake's calling you and it can't wait, apparently. I'd answer quick if I was you, he sounded worried."

"More importantly, are we getting pizza?" Kitty asks one hundred percent seriously.

"Dear God, Kitty, he could be hurt and you're worried about a damn pizza?" Marley shouts before accepting a call, presumably from Jake.

"Sorry. Put it on speaker," Kit mouths, and though she sighs, Marley puts the phone on speaker so we can hear.

Jake's voice fills the room, since our binge watching of Brooklyn Nine Nine has been paused for phone calls. "Hey, babe."

"Hey, husband of mine. What's so important you couldn't wait another minute?" Marley anxiously asks, biting her nails.

"I may have gotten into a car accident," Jake admits and I choke back a scream. "And totaled our Volvo."

"Well, at least you won't be very basic Ohio white boys in 2013," Kitty points out, sitting upside down on the couch like an absolute psychopath.

"How did you get into a car accident? We have a Volvo-"

"That's exactly how, Marley. Volvo's are both basic and not very safe," I interrupt.

"We all know you'd get a goddamn minivan if you could, babe," Finn chuckles.

"No, I wouldn't," I counter. Minivans are for soccer moms named Karen who ask you how come you haven't rsvped for Kyle's birthday party happening in three months and don't know that in a theater you're not supposed to speak and don't vaccinate their kids.

"Save the marital arguments for later please. Jake, where are you guys right now? I'll come get you," Marley groans, clearly agitated.

"We're at the paintball place I told you about last week. I'll send you the information. And no, Kitty, Artie isn't hurt."

"We'll see about that, Puckerman," Kitty rolls her eyes before hanging up for Marley. "We're taking my car. I know exactly where they are."

With that, we collectively storm off to the CR-V Kitty drives, her taking the wheel, Marley sitting shotgun, and me sitting in the back.

About ten minutes later, we arrive there. No one looks injured except the damn Volvo is totaled beyond repair. There's a tow truck and ambulance here to fix that and a police car directing traffic.

When we get out of the car, Marley, in her blue sweater and black leggings, runs over to Jake while Kitty and I take our time getting to our dumb husbands.

"You told me you wouldn't do anything stupid," I scold Finn when I get to him.

"I didn't crash the car. The other car came out of nowhere and he couldn't stop the car inside." Finn tells me.

I groan, "But you're okay? You didn't get hurt, right? You feel okay?"

"Yes, babe, I feel fine. I promise. No need to get worried for me," he chuckles slightly.

"I always worry about you, though. Even with no reason whatsoever, and even though I don't normally show it. I'm just happy you're safe."

With that, he pulls me into his side, whispering into my ear, "I will always worry about you too, Rach. Especially if I can't protect you from something. But I promise you, I'll be okay through just about everything, provided you and this baby don't leave me."

"I love you," I cuddle into his side and he wraps his arms around me comfortingly.

"I love you too, babe."

"I love you more."

"If you say so."

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Yo I'm bored

Later loves,

~Ry