Dreams come true, chapter 9
I stood in the kitchen, bare feet sticking to the hard wood floors. The running water was all that could be heard. Tre and I just finished dinner. He ran out to the store to get me some ice cream while I went to work on cleaning the dishes. The soap ate away at the residue on the plate. It wasn't easy to wash dishes while Spike was rubbing up against my leg, wanting attention.
"I promise to pet you after I'm done with dishes," I told Spike.
Spike whimpered, placing his head by my feet and darting his tongue out to lick at my blue painted toes.
"Spike," I giggled, feeling ticklish.
I lightly pushed him away using my foot as I went back to the dishes.
I sat down on the couch, sinking down a tiny bit. My back hurt from being pregnant, but I was due soon. I couldn't wait for it to be over. When it was over the start of my life with Tre would begin. We'd welcome a new baby into the family. I want to name him Jason. Tre doesn't know what I want to name him, although there have been discussions on the names Jack and Philip. Personally, I don't favor either. We'd have to compromise on something.
"Spike," I call, knowing he'd appear when he heard my voice ringing for him.
Sure enough, five minutes later, he bounded into the room holding his stuffed teddy bear. Spike dropped it at my feet wanting to play.
"You have to hand it to me," I stated, while holding my hand out.
Spike picked his teddy bear up and did his best to shove it in my lap so I would play with him. I sighed and grabbed it from his mouth, bringing it over my shoulder and tossing it down the hallway. Spike took off like a bullet, craving the feeling of running and letting some energy out. Spike brought the teddy bear back and I threw it again, this time towards the door. Spike brought it back again, not favoring to give it to me to throw it. Instead, he jumped up on the couch. Spike grabbed a better hold of his teddy bear and sat on his haunches. His teddy in my lap while he breathed in my face. All I could think was 'thank God we brush his teeth twice a day'. Without the teeth brushing, I'm positive I would have died from the smell. Spike's ears perked up, hearing the sound of distant footsteps. Soon after I heard a key in the lock, telling me Tre was home now.
"Hi Hun," I said, turning my head towards the door to get a glimpse of him before he headed into the kitchen.
"Hey baby," Tre responded as he took his shoes off and tossed them in the closet.
I heard the freezer open and close slightly after, before hearing his sock covered feet pad on the carpet towards me. He sat down beside me, slinging his arm around my shoulders before pressing his soft lips against my cherry flavored ones.
"Cherry flavored lip gloss," He said with a smile.
I grinned at his cuteness and kissed him again.
"They only had mint chocolate chip," he stated.
"Mint chocolate chip is good," I replied.
"When are you due?" Tre asked, looking at my stomach and putting his hand on it.
His hand rubbed my tummy, slowly slipping under my shirt to feel the moving flesh underneath. I watched his fingers lightly trace circles.
"Not too long from now," I replied.
"I'm not touring until you have this baby," Tre said firmly.
Talk of touring arose from the band a few weeks ago, leaving Tre unhappy about their decision.
"Hun, you have to tour if Billie and Mike are," I responded.
"No, I refuse to be hundreds of miles away while my wife is having our baby," Tre said firmly.
I sighed, knowing he wouldn't budge on the subject. I did want him with me while I gave birth but I knew he had a commitment to the band that he couldn't break. It would hurt his career in the long run.
"We'll decide what to do when the time comes," I replied.
Tre nodded and stopped tracing patterns on my tummy. He gently kissed my lips.
"Let's go to bed, I'm exhausted."
"Me too."
Tre stood up, holding his hand out for me to take in order to get up off the couch.
"By the way, you're not walking up the stairs, I'm carrying you," Tre said.
"I can walk, I have my own legs," I said giggling.
"I know you do, but I want to."
Tre swiped me off my feet, holding me tightly as he went up the stairs.
"I promise to pet you after I'm done with dishes," I told Spike.
Spike whimpered, placing his head by my feet and darting his tongue out to lick at my blue painted toes.
"Spike," I giggled, feeling ticklish.
I lightly pushed him away using my foot as I went back to the dishes.
I sat down on the couch, sinking down a tiny bit. My back hurt from being pregnant, but I was due soon. I couldn't wait for it to be over. When it was over the start of my life with Tre would begin. We'd welcome a new baby into the family. I want to name him Jason. Tre doesn't know what I want to name him, although there have been discussions on the names Jack and Philip. Personally, I don't favor either. We'd have to compromise on something.
"Spike," I call, knowing he'd appear when he heard my voice ringing for him.
Sure enough, five minutes later, he bounded into the room holding his stuffed teddy bear. Spike dropped it at my feet wanting to play.
"You have to hand it to me," I stated, while holding my hand out.
Spike picked his teddy bear up and did his best to shove it in my lap so I would play with him. I sighed and grabbed it from his mouth, bringing it over my shoulder and tossing it down the hallway. Spike took off like a bullet, craving the feeling of running and letting some energy out. Spike brought the teddy bear back and I threw it again, this time towards the door. Spike brought it back again, not favoring to give it to me to throw it. Instead, he jumped up on the couch. Spike grabbed a better hold of his teddy bear and sat on his haunches. His teddy in my lap while he breathed in my face. All I could think was 'thank God we brush his teeth twice a day'. Without the teeth brushing, I'm positive I would have died from the smell. Spike's ears perked up, hearing the sound of distant footsteps. Soon after I heard a key in the lock, telling me Tre was home now.
"Hi Hun," I said, turning my head towards the door to get a glimpse of him before he headed into the kitchen.
"Hey baby," Tre responded as he took his shoes off and tossed them in the closet.
I heard the freezer open and close slightly after, before hearing his sock covered feet pad on the carpet towards me. He sat down beside me, slinging his arm around my shoulders before pressing his soft lips against my cherry flavored ones.
"Cherry flavored lip gloss," He said with a smile.
I grinned at his cuteness and kissed him again.
"They only had mint chocolate chip," he stated.
"Mint chocolate chip is good," I replied.
"When are you due?" Tre asked, looking at my stomach and putting his hand on it.
His hand rubbed my tummy, slowly slipping under my shirt to feel the moving flesh underneath. I watched his fingers lightly trace circles.
"Not too long from now," I replied.
"I'm not touring until you have this baby," Tre said firmly.
Talk of touring arose from the band a few weeks ago, leaving Tre unhappy about their decision.
"Hun, you have to tour if Billie and Mike are," I responded.
"No, I refuse to be hundreds of miles away while my wife is having our baby," Tre said firmly.
I sighed, knowing he wouldn't budge on the subject. I did want him with me while I gave birth but I knew he had a commitment to the band that he couldn't break. It would hurt his career in the long run.
"We'll decide what to do when the time comes," I replied.
Tre nodded and stopped tracing patterns on my tummy. He gently kissed my lips.
"Let's go to bed, I'm exhausted."
"Me too."
Tre stood up, holding his hand out for me to take in order to get up off the couch.
"By the way, you're not walking up the stairs, I'm carrying you," Tre said.
"I can walk, I have my own legs," I said giggling.
"I know you do, but I want to."
Tre swiped me off my feet, holding me tightly as he went up the stairs.
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