Keeping secrets from Chris has apparently become my new favorite past time. It's becoming almost as comical as he and Scott's scare videos, except these secrets won't be shown to the world until we're well on our way to meeting the little one.
Myself and Carly are the only two that know anything about the baby, having hid the test away back deep within the closet, right alongside the adorable onesie I'd found to surprise Chris with.
He'd come home the following day, thrilled with the finishing touches he'd put on Lightyear while out in Los Angeles. He'd wanted nothing more than to curl up with me and the dogs that night, but the next morning was a different story.
The moment I felt his lips on my shoulder, I panicked.
I was almost positive that he'd notice the difference in my body even though the doctor swore to me that my weight had only gone up by three pounds. To me however, my pants felt a little more snug and I'd been dealing with nausea even before the positive popped up.
Quickly I jumped out of bed, scaring both dogs and Chris. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up as the sheet slid down to his waist.
I think of my feet rather quickly, "I forgot all about a paper I need to finish and get turned in by," my eyes flick to the green glowing lights, "ten." I grab up the laptop from the bedside table and head for the door.
"Come work on it in bed," he pleads.
"We both know that if I get back in that bed, this paper will be late." The smirk on his face confirms my suspicion. "That's what I thought."
I buy myself a couple of hours by just hiding away in the office, thankful that Chris got in so late that he's practically sleeping the day away. However, my stomach is about to revolt if I don't get something down to it other than just water.
I tiptoe out of the office and down the hall to the kitchen. Immediately inside the kitchen I reach for cereal and then blanche at the idea of milk before putting the box away in the pantry. I open the fridge and pause with a silent gag at the thought of eggs. 'Crap, kid,' I think to myself, setting my hand over my stomach. 'Help me out a little here.' I glance around the cold items and suddenly my mouth waters at the idea of sweet gherkins and mustard.
My stomach rolls, begging for food as I try to pry the lid open to no avail. A knife finally pops the lid for me. I pull one out, pouring mustard on top of it as quickly as I can before I'm shoveling it into my mouth, a low moan escaping my lips. I stuff four more down my gullet before I decide I want something sour. 'Dill pickles and peanut butter!' my brain exclaims silently. The gherkins are replaced in the fridge, taking the dill pickle's spot. I don't even bat an eye at the fact that I'm dipping the pickle spear into the jar of peanut butter, a sigh of relief at the taste.
"Demi!" I hear Chris' voice call for me. In a whirlwind of panic I'm trying to put the pickle lid on the jar of peanut butter, mentally kicking myself for not hiding away in the garage just in case. Once the lids are back in place I only have enough time to put the pickles back in the fridge, the jar of peanut butter still sitting on the counter. "Kitchen!" I call back.
Straight away Chris comes to me, wrapping me up in his arms. And as his lips descend upon my own, I'm sending up multiple silent prayers over my breath and against any form of exorcism this child has planned due to my pickle concoctions.
I hold back my sigh of relief that it is in fact just a peck and not pushing for anything more. "Were you about to eat?" he asks, motioning towards the peanut butter.
"Oh, I thought maybe I'd make you a smoothie or something. What would you like?"
"This is gonna sound incredibly silly, but I really want a PB & J," he admits. "Actually," he narrows his eyes, moving backwards to pick up the jar of peanut butter, "I think I want a PB and Demi." His blue eyes dance with the mischief I've grown to love. I watch, biting my lower lip as he unscrews the lid, sticks his finger in and scoops up a rather healthy helping onto his finger.
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Rain Check?
FanfictionDempsey Abrams takes a once in a lifetime trip to the opening of Avenger's Campus at Disneyland California. What she doesn't realize is the turn of events that her life is about to take. *I own no one except my original characters. *This is all in f...