Blainsville

17) Lockdown

Jimmy

I was almost done with the drawing board and script for the new commercial. I couldn't apologize to Mr. Andrews in person or at least Stephanie. Today I had to drive to Philly to present this power point. I tried to lift myself off the bed leaning up off the bed using the post. I seemed to have made a mental diary every other morning today was day 92 and still no sign of movement, the morning sickness seems to have left for awhile and I'm being sluggish as fuck in the bedroom. I cant keep up with my size and all plus Diana has been impatient and more of a bitch with me. Part of me thinks its cause I've been in her hair for two months almost three we were always getting in each others way. Diana knocked on the bedroom door, "Breakfast in bed! I brought you some granola, almond milk, strawberries, bananas and orange juice." I don't respond too busy trying to get my slacks to fit; stupid fucking stomach always getting in the way. I throw my black pants into the hall just as Diana comes in. "Honey, what the hell are you doing? Why are there clothes everywhere?" She sets the tray on the bed and picks up a pair of pants I threw earlier. "You're having trouble with your pants huh? I'm gonna have to guess on this but you're gonna have to trust me first." She says I'm standing there in my underwear and this disgusting tank top/ bra it made me embarrassed and scared... This was gonna happen whether I wanted it or not. It was already too far gone to stop any of this, "Fucking shit, Ana... I'm fucking fat! Its not fucking fair! Look at me, Diana I'm a god damn planet and in seven months I'll die a bloated and painful death. The least I can get is a decent pair of fucking pants!" I start to cry hysterically. Diana takes a couple pairs of pants and goes to the kitchen. I follow because she said trust me it got me wondering what she was doing; she takes her scissors and cuts the first top of the slacks I cringe, that snap was the sound of my amazing body well what used to be was gone. That's when I feel it. Its subtle at first but it did make me stop crying and I immediately freaked out. Diana begins sewing on the elastic band to my slacks it still makes me cringe but what I was feeling was different in fact I don't think it was me. I don't even notice I have this confused look on my face but one of curiosity, "Diana!" I snatch her hand from the needle shes scared at first until she feels it too. "Oh my God! Its our babies! Oh my fucking god, hey there you two! Can you hear mommy?!" She exclaims. I wasn't nearly as excited I wasn't expecting that at first thing I guess they decided to start testing limbs out for awhile. Hopefully they don't move so much that its noticable. "Hello there Alan! Do you like that name, Alan James?" I feel three tiny thuds against my hand, I wasn't moving; I couldn't breath instead my breath hitched and I fainted. I remember feeling a couple tiny kicks on one side I could taste strawberries as I slowly came to I realized Ana was trying to wake up by feeding me. "They kicked, Jimmy! They really are moving!" Diana put her hand back on my lower side that's where I felt a few more kicks, "I bet that's baby Alan. Is that you?" "Alright honey, I gotta eat and run I gotta get this over with my job is depending on this one commercial." I try my best to sit up and finish whatever was left of my breakfast, "Im off... How did you fix my pants? You're kidding me?" I glance down to see my pants have an elastic waistband it did mildly upset me but I could wear my slacks longer plus they matched my blue blazer. I take one last glance over I realize that Yeah I could definitely tell I was pregnant but with this black suit I could hide it just a little longer, "You'll do fine, honey. I mean its only a presentation plus Howard is in the same boat so he's probably on bed rest too." I roll my eyes and throw on my coat I know it wasn't cold least not cold enough for a heavy coat I only wore it cause it hid my bump. I take the car first since John was picking up Diana so I could go to work I had spent almost two weeks trying to perfect my board and now I think its ready. By now getting inside the car was a task all its own getting out wasn't always the issue but buckling up was hard thanks to the new added weight. I drive into town and toward Philadelphia of coarse I may have arrived on time but finding a place to park even this early was a fucking joke usually I had to park a block away and walk all the way back in the rain not today; I needed a garage spot because my chest and pelvis are hurting like a bitch. It feels like I've not worked out my legs until just recently practically like pudding if it wasn't being sore its being run down every and again I'll get a boost of what if but it stops quickly and I find myself passed out in front of the TV. I take the elevator once again listening to the same stupid song as last time as I'm waiting to go up a few more floors I could feel the babies kick away at my left side, I groan this was a whole other level of strange in fact this wasn't anything but normal. I make it to the 10th floor there I'm met with Camilla, "Hey there boss, you look different... Not bad different just a little um..." I'm already reading her, "I'm a fatass. Yeah don't remind me alright? Take my coat and I'm gonna need some time to gather my thoughts. I haven't done this in over three months I really need this fucking promotion because I'm in a fucking bind, Cami." I storm into my office throwing my stuff on the desk. I take a seat cause heaven forbid I survive these cramps, "Did I get any calls while I was out?" Camo shrugs, "Not really, your mom should have got in touch with you shes been trying awhile. So I'm gonna guess that you're pregnant and not just awkwardly obese? I'm not judging you I mean we all know about Howard; your partner he seems kind of upbeat about it. Of coarse he's not as wide as you are but he's pretty anticipated about them having their third child." I sigh, "Is that the highlight, Camilla? To answer your question yes I'm pregnant. I'm a little over 12 weeks and I'm well aware that I'm a fucking solar system. I have my own gravitational pull." Camilla sits down in front of me, "Do you know the genders yet?" I'm not quick to answer so I mumble, "A boy and a girl; they're twins. No we haven't had any names picked out I do know Diana has one she's fond of. She wants to name our boy Alan James I mean it's like a double entourage cause we could call him AJ." Camilla eyes perk up, "That's so sweet! I bet those twins are gonna be little heartbreakers. If you're thinking of baby names for a girl you should think maybe Meagan or Trinity. I don't know I had this discussion with Price he invited most of us to his baby shower in March." I shrug. "Well I've got to get this bullshit over with. By the way did the word get out how I threw up on a clients dress?" Camilla burst into laughter, "For real?! Oh God that's harsh! The word only got around cause Brody was bitching about what happened." This would be the start of something of the normal and yet most men were learning to embrace it but I couldn't and now that they're moving I'm terrified. It was like having a foreign creature in your body like an alien. Yeah I know it would make me a monster if I compared a 1970s B horror icon to my own babies is insane I wouldn't doubt you. "Get in here, Bloom! You too, Howard! Lets fucking move it!" I hear Mr. Brody yell through the intercom, "Yes sir, I'm coming." I fix some spots on my hair, fold as many wrinkles out of my blazer. I walk in and see that Price was already here before me he waves at me awkwardly, "Let's get this to work." He adds. I pull out my plans for the new commercial it got some recognition it was just hard for Mr. Andrews to even look at me. About an hour after I'm done presenting waiting for any last questions or comments no one said a word which made me uneasy what if I fucked this up? "I want to talk with you both. Alone. Mr. And Mrs. Andrews if you can get back with us after the break we can decide from there where to go." Mr. Brody sees that the clients exit before chewing us out probably, "Well because of that fiasco with Stephanie they're hesitant with working with you. That's why im going to tell you the idea was great in fact it was brilliant but until you're allowed back on campus in at a lost for your position..." I didn't like where this was going, "I'm going to have to give Price your position until we know for sure you're ok. Now the promotion would have gone to Peterson but he's been out with the flu so I'm giving the position to Camilla as a replacement. Are they any statements?" Mr. Brody asks I'm honestly stumped but I legit know what just happened and this is what i get for working fresh out of high school, married five years later now we're having our first children... I put us in such a fucking hole right now. "So you're basically firing me? But that's not fucking logical! I gave you guys six fucking years! 6 years of no respect, no appreciation and no fucking chance on the corporal ladder! I'll tell you what Mr. Brody, I fucking quit!" I yell and storm out of the room halfway in tears.