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past few weeks, going stir crazy. She was over 5 months pregnant now. The doctor was just hoping she’d make it to 8 months, so the babies could be delivered at a healthy weight.
Baby B was still developing behind Baby A, but the doctor was coming by weekly, keeping a close eye on the progress of the babies and Molly.
Since Molly couldn’t leave, I planned to have the whole party at the house. Liam, Stella, and Michael all knew about it, and they had been helping me prepare for it. I didn’t want to overwhelm Molly, so I made sure to only invite our close friends. I was able to contact Molly’s parents as well, getting them a flight out here in time.
“Michael, how are the arrangements going?” I asked quietly as I entered the kitchen. Michael was pouring himself a cup of coffee, looking like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
“Good. Molly’s mom and dad are both flying out Friday. Stella and I are going to pick them up and bring them back here, but their rooms are on separate sides of the penthouse. I don’t need to hear old people gettin’ it on.”
I cringed as I said, “Her parents are divorced. I doubt there’ll be any ‘getting it on.’”
“Hey, you never know with old flames and such. It could totally happen.” He brought the mug up to his mouth and blew on it before inhaling it.
“You confuse me, Michael. But whatever.” I chuckled. “As long as the arrangements for them are made, because I want her parents to be here for this, considering I haven’t spent hardly any time with them.”
“Well, her mom is beyond thrilled. Beware.” His eyes went wide, which told me she would be hounding me for details and wedding plans. Great. We didn’t have any.
“Well, my family will be here, so I might need your help in introducing them. My parents can be kind of…”
“Intimidating? Direct? Scary as shit?” Michael finished for me.
I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, something like that.” I grabbed a mug and poured myself a cup of coffee, leaving just enough room for creamer. Molly was allowed one small cup a day, so I made sure she got it in the mornings before she laid back down for her nap.
“You mind if I invite Trey?” he asked as I poured the vanilla flavored creamer into the mug.
“Of course. I need to get to know him better anyway. Get his motive for being with my roommate and all.” I winked at him, grinning.
“Yeah, you do that, and you wake up the next day with two broken legs.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I teased back.
“What’s all this violent talk I hear before breakfast?” Molly’s voice stunned me, jerking my attention away from Michael.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing down here?” I instantly went to her side.
“I think I can walk to the kitchen,” she snapped.
“I was going to bring you breakfast and coffee.”
“I need out of that room, Drake. The walls…there closing in,” she breathed out.
“You want to move to another room? I can do that. I can arrange anything you want,” I said eagerly.
“No,” she replied sternly. “I just want ten minutes. Can I have ten-fricken-minutes?”
Yeah, so Molly wasn’t taking this whole thing very well. In fact, she wasn’t taking it well at all. She had to spend hours in bed. She developed insomnia and was staying up late every night reading until her eyelids could no longer stay open. She was crabby, irritable, and pregnant.
“Of course, sweetheart. I just want you to be careful, is all.” I tiptoed around her, not wanting to anger her anymore.
“I can grab breakfast. I’ll be fine. The babies are fine. I’m fine,” she rambled, not making eye contact. I knew Molly was strong. I knew she could handle this, but I also knew everyone had a breaking point. On top of not being able to work, she couldn’t leave the house. She said continuously how she felt she was failing Stella at not being there for her or playing with her, but Stella knew better.
Michael stood on guard, knowing better than
Baby B was still developing behind Baby A, but the doctor was coming by weekly, keeping a close eye on the progress of the babies and Molly.
Since Molly couldn’t leave, I planned to have the whole party at the house. Liam, Stella, and Michael all knew about it, and they had been helping me prepare for it. I didn’t want to overwhelm Molly, so I made sure to only invite our close friends. I was able to contact Molly’s parents as well, getting them a flight out here in time.
“Michael, how are the arrangements going?” I asked quietly as I entered the kitchen. Michael was pouring himself a cup of coffee, looking like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
“Good. Molly’s mom and dad are both flying out Friday. Stella and I are going to pick them up and bring them back here, but their rooms are on separate sides of the penthouse. I don’t need to hear old people gettin’ it on.”
I cringed as I said, “Her parents are divorced. I doubt there’ll be any ‘getting it on.’”
“Hey, you never know with old flames and such. It could totally happen.” He brought the mug up to his mouth and blew on it before inhaling it.
“You confuse me, Michael. But whatever.” I chuckled. “As long as the arrangements for them are made, because I want her parents to be here for this, considering I haven’t spent hardly any time with them.”
“Well, her mom is beyond thrilled. Beware.” His eyes went wide, which told me she would be hounding me for details and wedding plans. Great. We didn’t have any.
“Well, my family will be here, so I might need your help in introducing them. My parents can be kind of…”
“Intimidating? Direct? Scary as shit?” Michael finished for me.
I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, something like that.” I grabbed a mug and poured myself a cup of coffee, leaving just enough room for creamer. Molly was allowed one small cup a day, so I made sure she got it in the mornings before she laid back down for her nap.
“You mind if I invite Trey?” he asked as I poured the vanilla flavored creamer into the mug.
“Of course. I need to get to know him better anyway. Get his motive for being with my roommate and all.” I winked at him, grinning.
“Yeah, you do that, and you wake up the next day with two broken legs.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I teased back.
“What’s all this violent talk I hear before breakfast?” Molly’s voice stunned me, jerking my attention away from Michael.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing down here?” I instantly went to her side.
“I think I can walk to the kitchen,” she snapped.
“I was going to bring you breakfast and coffee.”
“I need out of that room, Drake. The walls…there closing in,” she breathed out.
“You want to move to another room? I can do that. I can arrange anything you want,” I said eagerly.
“No,” she replied sternly. “I just want ten minutes. Can I have ten-fricken-minutes?”
Yeah, so Molly wasn’t taking this whole thing very well. In fact, she wasn’t taking it well at all. She had to spend hours in bed. She developed insomnia and was staying up late every night reading until her eyelids could no longer stay open. She was crabby, irritable, and pregnant.
“Of course, sweetheart. I just want you to be careful, is all.” I tiptoed around her, not wanting to anger her anymore.
“I can grab breakfast. I’ll be fine. The babies are fine. I’m fine,” she rambled, not making eye contact. I knew Molly was strong. I knew she could handle this, but I also knew everyone had a breaking point. On top of not being able to work, she couldn’t leave the house. She said continuously how she felt she was failing Stella at not being there for her or playing with her, but Stella knew better.
Michael stood on guard, knowing better than
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