Take Me Back

22 - Niall

October (Five Months Into Pregnancy)

Today was the day I had been dreading for weeks.

Childbirth class.

Jenna told me it was important for the both of us so that we know what to do when she goes into labor. I don't think mothers usually go to childbirth class until about a month before the baby is due, but I've learned in these last five months that you should never try and argue with a pregnant woman.

"Hurry up and brush your teeth, I want to be at the rec center in a half hour!" Jenna warned me, walking into the room. She thinks she's intimidating, but all her bark turns to dust when I see her with her cute little bump. Immediately I bend down and kiss it, whispering little comments to our bean inside. Whenever I do it, both me and her turn to mush. I pressed my lips to her skin again, but slowly jerked back. I saw Jenna looking down at me with a bright smile on her face.

"Petal, our kid just kicked me square in the jaw! This is no laughing matter!" I tried to act angry, but dropped the act when I looked back down at her belly.

"Kid, you're lucky I love you, or else I'd be fighting back". I stood up and pressed a final kiss to my two favorite people before going into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

In the car, traffic was a nightmare. All you could see ahead of you was a line of cars, and none of them were moving an inch.

"Looks like there was a wreck about a mile up from here. My app says the damage won't be cleared for an hour, but they're opening up a single lane. Even with that, though, we're gonna be late", I sighed, closing my map app. 

"Are you fucking kidding me? I have places to be, people! Move!" Jenna yelled, laying on the horn. I swatted her hand off of it, a bit embarrassed at her actions.

"Sweet, you know they can't do anything about it. I'm sure the class won't mind if we're a few minutes late. Besides, we're probably not the only ones stuck in this". She crossed her arms and threw her head back into the seat.

"Sorry, hormones. I hate having these stupid outbursts of sadness or anger or jealousy. God, the things I do for you two". Jenna gestured to me and her stomach, and I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. At least you aren't the one who has to deal with all of those outbursts"

"Are you saying you have it worse than I do?"

"No, that's not what I said", I tried to explain, but I was cut off.

"In case you haven't noticed, I've been carrying around this baby for the past five months, with endless urges to piss or vomit. Plus, I'm gaining more weight than I should because I'm always hungry for junk. And this isn't even all of it, and I'm barely halfway through this pregnancy! But no, Niall has it so bad watching his dreams come true and having to deal with his wife's emotions every once in a while. God, would you stop complaining all the damn time?"

I simply sat there with my mouth open as I received blow by blow, surprised that she hadn't run out of breath yet. When she had seemed to finished, I started to talk again, but was once again interrupted.

"And I know what you're gonna say, 'Oh honey I was just joking, I didn't mean it', but how about this? Your jokes aren't fuckin funny! Okay, you think you're all this and everybody's just obsessed with you, but they aren't! You've got your perfect little life with your trophy wife and kid on the way, and you're so full of shit that you can't even see that! For once in your life, sit back and shut the hell up, and stop trying to say you have it bad too, because you don't!"