#whatdowecallit

#whatdowecallit Part 18

Nicole watches as her wife walks into the bedroom. She smirks and shakes her head. She is still the one. Always will be. Nicole decides it best to not miss the opportunity and quickly goes through her nighttime routine.

This time when she gets to the point where she'd normally grab her pj's and slip them on she glances up at her wife nestled softly in the center of their california king bed, fresh white linens bathed in soft hues of bedside lighting. Her eyes say there won't be a need for the pj's. So, Nicole makes her way, nude, to the bed as well. Slipping in comfortably next to her wife's petite frame.

Waverly- Relieved. Hi cutie. Sinking gently into Nicole's front.

Nic- Instantly a gay mess. How do you do that?

Waverly- Do what? Crinkling her brow and leaning back to look into Nicole's eyes.

Nic- Say two words. A simple sentence. "Hi cutie." & I instantly would sell an organ for you. She says caressing her Waverly's side.

Waverly- Love.

Nic- Love is organ donation?

Waverly- Would you cut it out! She says nuzzling back into her wife finally. The skin on skin contact is always welcome.

Nic- I'm just saying, you still do it for me Waverly. I can't believe we are having ANOTHER BABY. (She saw the extra tests in the wastebasket) Exactly how many tests did you take?

Waverly- Sheepish. Oh you saw those? ... 3. But only because I wanted to be sure.... You know.

Nic- I know honey. Kissing her forehead.

Waverly- Thank you. Kissing lazily at Nicole's collarbone.

Nic- Stop thanking me for being your wife. Rolling her eyes.

Waverly- I can be polite if I want! Rolling her eyes.

Nic- Really? Ok well then stop trying to argue with me and come here. Tilting her face up so their lips are just inches apart.

This california king being is this old farmhouse master bedroom is a marvel. It's a marvel because Nicole built this bed frame in this very bedroom, with the assistance of Nedley of course, and by assistance really he just drank all the light beer and complained about the salsa options in the fridge, while occasionally handing Nicole a screw or two. Retirement has really set in for him, but they love him just the same. She had to build it in the room because how else would you get a california king bed frame upstairs in a 100 year old farmhouse? I can tell you it won't fit up the stairs and when you have 3 kids, a cat, & a wife the extra space comes in handy on a stormy night.

The bed is typically piled high with what Nicole considers to be an excessive amount of pillows and blankets. Oddly none of them ever seem to belong to her though. But tonight Waverly has already removed all the pillows but 3 and discarded the all holy bonus blanket, eager to reduce any barriers that would prevent her from soaking up all the love Nicole has to offer.

Waverly's tea rests on her bed-side table and each of their lamps are on. Waverly looks up into the most gorgeous brown eyes and concedes the fight.

Waverly- Fine. She says idly, swiping a thumb over Nicole's left nipple as she gets lost in her wife's touch.

**********************THREE MONTHS LATER***********************************

Nic- We have to do something Wave. We can't let it stay this way much longer. I know it's hard but we knew he would have to move out of the nursery eventually. She says with an empathetic smile.

Wave- Very emotionally. BUT HE IS STILL A BABY!

Nic- A little startled by the outburst. Okay honey. Why don't we let me handle this (Gesturing just down the hall to the nursery) and you go rest. Do you want me to get you a tea? She knows it's the hormones talking.

Wave- Sniffling. Please.... Uh, Love? As her wife leads her back downstairs to the living room.

Nic- Yes? Easing her wife onto the couch.

Wave- With a tired smile. Can you bring me my book too?

Nic- I will bring your book, a blanket, the tea, a small snack, and calamity jane for cuddles. Anything else I can do?

Wave- No. Thank you. You're my hero.

Nic- I love you. Kissing her gently before attempting to head upstairs.

Wave- I love you and appreciate you so much. Before you go, grabbing her hand, I just need to say thank you again. Now, don't go chastising me for thanking you for just being "good ole you". She said pointedly, taking a moment to push the hair that had fallen into her face aside.

I am saying thank you because you deserve to hear it (trying to sit up straighter being encumbered by a growing belly) and because I know this pregnancy has been much harder than the others already.

I never had morning sickness or cravings or sleepless nights with our other kids. Not to mention, I have been very, and I do mean very emotional and you have just been wonderful.

I need you to know that I appreciate every little thing Nicole, because I honestly don't know what I would do without you, and can't wait to bring another child into this world with you.

Nic- You are one of a kind. She says kissing her once more softly. I'll be right back.

Wave- No! Don't Go! -- I want you to stay now.

Nic- Honey, I am just going to-

Bridger comes around the corner with a giant piece of coffee cake and his shirt on inside out.

Brigder- Mommy you crying? Concerned he makes his way over to his mommy on the couch and climbs up into her lap. You want cake mommy?

Clearly what has happened here is that Bridger woke up and bugged his siblings to help him. Based on the state of his clothes he must've gotten Forest to dress him because Fauna (our little princess) is too neat to have put his shirt on inside out. The coffee cake.... Well that deserves some investigation.

Nic- Ummm Sir! Where did you get coffee cake from?

Bridger- Confused. It's just cake mama. No coffee.

Wave- Crying hysterically once more. Oh my baby! Come here! Cradling him and jostling crumbs all over the couch. He was getting himself breakfast. He's growing up!

Bridger- Don't cry mommy. Trying to feed her. Cake!

Nic- With her hands on her hips. How many more months of this? A hero you were saying. She mumbles under her breath.

Waverly snuggles into her littlest boy. Nicole crosses her arms at first a bit perturbed at the roller coaster of the last several minutes. Eventually, she softens as she watches Bridger notice his shirt is inside out and laugh as he shows his mommy his belly button to make her laugh while simultaneously trying to fix his shirt. Her wife is truly a ball of hormones right now and Bridger is... Bridger is Bridger.