Lennox moves so Rylee can straddle him, and I watch as my girl loves him in a way I can’t. She is softer than me, and it’s what he needs right now. We have a lifetime to get back to how things were.
“Do you have any names?”Len asks Rylee while we cuddle in my bed.
After we finished our sexy time, we all showered and then ordered some food. Rylee admitted to having some weird cravings, which she thought were stress related.
I never thought pineapple belonged on a pizza, but with buffalo sauce on top, it’s surprisingly good.
Rylee shifts, rolling onto her side, to face us. “No. It hurt too much to think about it.” I nod.
“I have a book of baby names, if you want to maybe look at it? I have so many books back at the manor,” he mumbles, then winces. “Is it weird to offer, since they were for her who shall not be named?”
Rylee snorts. “She’s not Voldemort, Len, though it is a close match. It is a little weird thinking about using things of hers, but they were yours too, so it’s okay.”
The door slams open and Rylee yelps. “We’re back!” Donny shouts, moving over to the bed. “Scooch, I have to show you the things we got for our little princess.”
Colt follows him and places some bags on the bed.
We spend the next hour going through all the outfits and baby booties they bought. Donny facetimed Trevor, so he wouldn’t feel left out, and I groan when Donny elbows me in the side.
“We are going to need a bigger bed,” I grumble and Rylee snorts, then coos over the outfit with pink duckies on it.
“I do have a huge mansion all to myself now…” Len suggests and Rylee sits up. Colt fluffs up some pillows behind her, and she leans in to give him a quick kiss.
“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired?” Donny asks her and she laughs, shaking her head.
“No, I’m just so happy. A little scared, but happy.”
I look around at my family all together, and I can’t help but think that I am so goddamn lucky.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
It’s like an electric buzz fills the air with the wait. The stands are packed with people, there's hardly any room to move, but I love it. There’s something about the pure passion that cheer fans have.
We’ve been here all day, watching as each team made their way to the mats and did their thing.
Not going to lie, there’s a lot of good teams this year, and it’s going to be a close one. But I know our team has it. Colton has made sure everything's been running smoothly. The guys have been at practice nonstop, and every time they run through the routine, it's like they get better and better.
When they practised last night, it was perfect. Of course, I wasn’t going to say a thing, because there was no way I was going to jinx them.
Sitting in the stands, waiting for the team to go on, is hard. I want to be up there with them, contributing to this win. But after the scare that led to us finding out that I’m pregnant, that I didn’t lose the baby afterall, there was no way I was going to risk continuing cheering.
Since finding out about the baby, the guys have been nothing short of amazing. After all the bullshit I’ve put them through, I don’t even care about the intense hovering they’ve all been doing. If they want to wait on me hand and foot, and treat me like I need to be wrapped in bubble wrap, that's the least I can let them do.
Watching them cuddle with my belly, speak to our baby girl, and get excited any time she kicks, always gets me emotional. Every day I feel guilty that I took that time away from them. I’m glad I found out when I did, with a few months to spare, so they could enjoy the rest of this pregnancy.
The next time we have a baby, I’m going to make sure we do everything. Nothing will be too big or too small. I never want to take that away from them again.
I still can’t believe I’m pregnant. Honestly, you can’t even tell. With all the working out I did, and keeping active, I didn’t gain much weight. The stress didn’t help with that either.
There’s hardly a belly at all. If anything, it looks like I just had a really big supper. But I can feel the hardness of my stomach now. I’m nine months pregnant, and I definitely don’t look it. The doctor said the baby is more toward the back, making my stomach a lot smaller. That explains all the damn back pain I'm having.
If I didn’t go to the hospital when I did, I’d probably be living one of those episodes of that show‘I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant’.
It still doesn’t feel like I’m pregnant. I’m only reminded when the baby kicks. Although, my boobs have gotten bigger, and it explains why I’ve been so moody for these past few months. I mean, the stress and depression sure did contribute to that too.
After everything came out with Lennox, what Missi did, and finding out I was still pregnant, I started going to therapy.
Given everything that’s happened within the past year, and how poorly I handled most of it, I want to make sure I’m in the best shape mentally before this baby comes.
