side of the couch. After a few minutes, she asks, “Do you know why you’re not getting hit now?”
I raise my head and look at her and smile. “Because I’m a badass macho man and an alpha male all rolled up into one. That’s why.”
She laughs and says, “Good, stay that way for all your fights, will ya?”
“Anything for you, Sweets.” I wink at her and lower my head to try to concentrate on the Rocky marathon playing on television.
Leah and I lounge around most of the day on Sunday until we meet our parents for dinner. I think she was actually able to relax. I know the fights bother her, but I think the last two fights are easing her anxiety some.
I wanted to work out today, but I don’t. Leah and I need to at least have one leisurely day a week together. Her morning sickness has passed for the day and we both get ready for Sunday dinner at the Crab Trap Restaurant.
Leah starts to get ready first since she takes longer than I do. She has short black hair so she doesn’t need to spend much time fixing it. She is beautiful and her short haircut matches her small petite features. When I walk into the bedroom, she is trying to zip up a pair of jeans, without success. “I swear, these fit me last week.”
“That may be, but they don’t fit you this week.”
She frowns, “I’m glad I’m pregnant, but I thought I would have some more time to wear these.”
I put on my pair of jeans and Leah looks over at me when she hears the zipper. I smile. “Whew, I’m glad mine still fit,” I say teasingly.
Leah throws a pillow at me before storming off to her walk-in closet. I finish getting dressed and she returns wearing a flowing black sundress and black sandals. She looks stunning. Leah stands more than a foot shorter than me and is well over 100 lbs. less. To say I tower over her is an understatement. I walk over to her and rest my overly large hand on her belly.
“It’s growing and this is exactly what we want.”
She smiles and rests her hand on top of mine. “You’re right, it is the most important thing.”
I look at her seriously and say, “What do you think about telling our parents about the pregnancy today?”
“We still have about three weeks to go to be considered in the safe zone.”
“I know.”
“Do you want to tell them?”
I nod. “I do. I don’t want to wait for three more weeks. I’m thrilled and I want to share our good news with them now.”
Leah smiles and says, “Me, too.”
We are the first to arrive at the restaurant and are waiting at the table before our parents come. When we see them entering the front entrance, Leah and I stand to greet them. I had just spent yesterday with our fathers and she spent yesterday with our mothers.
Once the pleasantries are finished, we talk about the poster contest at the bookstore yesterday. No one mentions the fight or the trip to D.C. We already know that no matter what the outcome of the fight is, it is still a sore subject for Leah.
“I’m not sure that glitter will come out of the carpet,” my mom says.
“What glitter?” I ask.
Leah smiles and says, “Raelynn brought some glitter to make her poster — well, actually she brought enough glitter for everyone to make their posters. Most of it came up when Emma and Molly vacuumed.”
“She sure is a sweet little thing,” Leah’s mom, Sue, says.
“Yes, she is,” Leah agrees. “I guess we’ll be reminded of Raelynn’s sweetness for a long time.”
We order our dinner and drinks and I also order a bottle of champagne. Leah reaches for my hand and holds it under the table. “Are we celebrating a successful poster-coloring contest?” my dad jokes.
I say, “No, not posters.”
Everyone looks around the table at Leah and I and smile. “Are we celebrating a win?” Tim asks.
“We could be, but, no, not a win,” Leah says.
The waitress brings the champagne and pours it into six glasses. We all take a glass, including Leah. I know she isn’t going to drink
I raise my head and look at her and smile. “Because I’m a badass macho man and an alpha male all rolled up into one. That’s why.”
She laughs and says, “Good, stay that way for all your fights, will ya?”
“Anything for you, Sweets.” I wink at her and lower my head to try to concentrate on the Rocky marathon playing on television.
Leah and I lounge around most of the day on Sunday until we meet our parents for dinner. I think she was actually able to relax. I know the fights bother her, but I think the last two fights are easing her anxiety some.
I wanted to work out today, but I don’t. Leah and I need to at least have one leisurely day a week together. Her morning sickness has passed for the day and we both get ready for Sunday dinner at the Crab Trap Restaurant.
Leah starts to get ready first since she takes longer than I do. She has short black hair so she doesn’t need to spend much time fixing it. She is beautiful and her short haircut matches her small petite features. When I walk into the bedroom, she is trying to zip up a pair of jeans, without success. “I swear, these fit me last week.”
“That may be, but they don’t fit you this week.”
She frowns, “I’m glad I’m pregnant, but I thought I would have some more time to wear these.”
I put on my pair of jeans and Leah looks over at me when she hears the zipper. I smile. “Whew, I’m glad mine still fit,” I say teasingly.
Leah throws a pillow at me before storming off to her walk-in closet. I finish getting dressed and she returns wearing a flowing black sundress and black sandals. She looks stunning. Leah stands more than a foot shorter than me and is well over 100 lbs. less. To say I tower over her is an understatement. I walk over to her and rest my overly large hand on her belly.
“It’s growing and this is exactly what we want.”
She smiles and rests her hand on top of mine. “You’re right, it is the most important thing.”
I look at her seriously and say, “What do you think about telling our parents about the pregnancy today?”
“We still have about three weeks to go to be considered in the safe zone.”
“I know.”
“Do you want to tell them?”
I nod. “I do. I don’t want to wait for three more weeks. I’m thrilled and I want to share our good news with them now.”
Leah smiles and says, “Me, too.”
We are the first to arrive at the restaurant and are waiting at the table before our parents come. When we see them entering the front entrance, Leah and I stand to greet them. I had just spent yesterday with our fathers and she spent yesterday with our mothers.
Once the pleasantries are finished, we talk about the poster contest at the bookstore yesterday. No one mentions the fight or the trip to D.C. We already know that no matter what the outcome of the fight is, it is still a sore subject for Leah.
“I’m not sure that glitter will come out of the carpet,” my mom says.
“What glitter?” I ask.
Leah smiles and says, “Raelynn brought some glitter to make her poster — well, actually she brought enough glitter for everyone to make their posters. Most of it came up when Emma and Molly vacuumed.”
“She sure is a sweet little thing,” Leah’s mom, Sue, says.
“Yes, she is,” Leah agrees. “I guess we’ll be reminded of Raelynn’s sweetness for a long time.”
We order our dinner and drinks and I also order a bottle of champagne. Leah reaches for my hand and holds it under the table. “Are we celebrating a successful poster-coloring contest?” my dad jokes.
I say, “No, not posters.”
Everyone looks around the table at Leah and I and smile. “Are we celebrating a win?” Tim asks.
“We could be, but, no, not a win,” Leah says.
The waitress brings the champagne and pours it into six glasses. We all take a glass, including Leah. I know she isn’t going to drink
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