Dixie POV:
"I'm litterally done being pregnant," I groaned. "Well you still have 3 months left," my mom laughed. "Don't remind me about it," I said. "Now you know why I only had two kids, you guys were...let's just say big." She told me. "Wow, thanks mom. And thank you buddy." I said sarcastically at my mom and unborn baby. "So, what are you guys going to do about delivery." She asked me. "Well I really don't know. But we talked about it. And Becuase of covid it will just have to be me and him back there." He told her. "Can I at least FaceTime you?" She asked "yeah definitely, but like after he's out and we've had a moment. To like hold him and stuff." I told her telling by her demeanor that she was disappointed in not being able to see her grandson right away.
"Soooo, you guys are going to need to stop calling him, "the baby". Do you guys have any sort of idea for names?" She asked me. I sighed knowing this has been the only question people had been wanting to know. "Well...we narrowed it down to a few names. But we think we were going to decide once he's born." I told her "So?" She asked intrigued "So? So what? Oh, the names?" I said confused "YES" she answered. "Oh yeah so, Callum, Knox, Louie, Leighton, Malcom, and Quinn." I told her "Yeah I like those. But isn't Callum like only used in Europe?" She asked me. "Yesss, it is. Which is part of the reason that it is not my top pick. But then again Noah loves it. And I have to admit, it is far better than some of the other ones that he was...so sure about." I laughed as he gave me the side eye "Ok, everybody is always hating on his name Choices. Your Dad even got in on it yesterday. But their not that bad! Actually kinda cute." She told me. "THANK YOU!!!" Noah yelled as he was laying beside me this whole time. "So either Knox, Callum, or the rest. But what about middle and last names?" She asked us.
We actually had a middle name that we would use for each first name. So that wasn't necessarily the problem. But the problem was last names. We had decided on doing a hyphenated last name. Because we aren't married. Which we thought was what people would think was best. But when we told people they all had different ideas. Most people told me that I should give him my last name. Because we are young. And I don't know if he will always be there. But the thing is I know he will always be here. Most people told Noah that I should give him his last name because of tradition and things like that. But then other people told him that since we aren't married it will be easier to give him mine. I knew people who had done that. After all Addison has her moms last name.
A few said hyphenated was a good idea. Others said D'amelio-Beck is too long. So that was still up for discussion. But I have a feeling he will probably end up getting the last name Beck. Just becuase his first Name options sound better with it. And I know that Noah will be in his life regardless of whether we last or not. Which I am pretty sure that we will last. But you never know.
"We pretty much know the middle name. It just depends on which first name we choose. But last names there is a lot of gray area." Noah explained "So whose is he getting?" She asked "Well we don't know. Everybody has given their very different opinions on it." I told her. "I think you guys should give him Noah's. It might make things harder. But we all know that Noah will always be there. So I wouldn't stress it." She told us.
Noah made a sweet face. I have no idea how much that must have meant to him. My mom still has been taking this while situation very hard. And Noah took it very personal. He just saw him self
as the guy who got his 19 year old girlfriend pregnant. And he thought that my parents saw him the same way. I would constantly assure him that that's not true. Reminding him of the talk he had with my dad, the talk about how my dad is not mad a him. Just upset at the whole situation. But my mom had shown some signs of being mad at Noah. But, it was mainly just her being pissed at me. Like seriously Noah is her favorite. But he doesn't know that lol. But Noah is kind of a part of me with this point so he thought it was him.Noah immediately told how much that meant to him, he was truly speaking from his heart. Starting to tear up. My just nodding. Probably thinking about how pathetic he is. After he finished his spiel I knew that we needed to get some things done. Like organizing basic clothes and stuff. So I wrapped up the FaceTime. Letting my mom know that I would send her a 4D ultrasound picture and video we just got. Which really is possibly my favorite picture ever.
His little yawn was just so cute. I about died. He did poke himself in the eye with his foot though. Which was hilarious to watch. But also kinda hurt my heart. It was sweet though. The nurse also said that they can see some hair on his head. And I LOVE it. Both Noah and I were born with a lot of dark hair which I am obsessed with.
He is currently measuring about 4 pounds which is way bigger than most 30 week baby's. The docter has bumped up his prediction from 8 1/2 pounds at full term to 9 1/2 pounds at full term. I am not too happy about that, oh my god. Because I am already dilated a centimeter I was told that if stays big they will induce me at 37 weeks. To try to prevent tearing and blood loss. Now that...I'm happy about. The easier the delivery the better.
My mom did not have an easy one with me she ended up pushing me out so fast in under 10 minutes. That I was born bruised. And she lost a lot of blood. Along with tearing. All of these things I know are big possibility to happen to me so I'm kind of like manifesting a easy thing.
The by far funniest thing is that my boobs randomly started leaking I freaked out. And I just got laughed at and was told it's norma. So yeah, fun. I feel huge even though I'm really just a normal bump size. But it's litterally the worst, trying to do basic tasks. Like I can't shave, sleep, and get up on my own. It's kind of funny actually. Charli refused to help me up yesterday and I was just stuck lying on the couch like a flipped turtle.
Noah offered to shave me yesterday in a Scott Disick type move. (We have been watching that show. No idea why) I immediately said No. but it was a sweet gesture. But sorry babe not gonna happen.
"So what are we doing?" Noah asked. While looking at the disaster that had become the room. "So, we're going to try to get a lot of this put away, and organized in in the closet." I told him. "K I'll start. With the the crib sheets and stuff. Do you want to do clothes?" He asked. "Yeah I will." I answered
I started sorting the clothes. Which we didn't have a lot of. I also didn't really buy anything. The only thing we have really had to buy is a bassinet and like a box of diapers. Honestly, you really don't need a lot for a baby and different brands were starting to send us stuff. Along with our friends absolutely going crazy with this. Hey Babe, so I'm going to separate these by size. So newborn, 0-3 month,3 month, and 3-6 month. And I'm just going to put newborn, and 0-3 month in the actual rack right now."I told him. "Oh and once he outgrows stuff we will pack it away?" He asked. "Yep." I responded.
I was obsessed with his clothes. Everything was so tiny. And it was crazy to me that he will be wearing this in just a few weeks. In just a few weeks. I would have a newborn in my arms in around 10 weeks. This is crazy. Everything is crazy.
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* Also let me explain where I've been. So I have sensitive skin and I ended up having a really bad allergic reaction to some soap. (Wimpy I know) And I ended up getting really bad burns all down my chest and neck. And I ended up having to go to urgent care. I'm fine now and healing good but I was in a lot of pain so I just really wasn't focusing on writing but I'm gonna get back with a new chapter in a few days!
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Dixie and Noah Unexpected
FanfictionNoah and Dixie have been in a relationship for only a few months when they found out she is pregnant. A complete mistake. How will these two 19 year old handle birth, pregnancy, postpartum, and a newborn.