SofiaLundgren: Taken by the baby daddy
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Now that things are getting serious with the pregnancy, I wanted to get some experience in so we roughly know what to expect when we have our own son. Amerie and Joe haven't had a date night in a while so we volunteered to watch them to give the young parents a break.
Jon suggested that we watch the kids in our home so we could get used to the idea of going up and down the stairs. I bought this three story house before I got pregnant and now that I am pregnant, my house isn't looking so great anymore.
"Take a deep breath." Amerie rubs my back, "We will only be twenty minutes away so you can call us at any time."
"Do they have any allergies?" I nervously ask as I adjust Thomas who has his head buried in my neck.
Amerie raises a brow at me, "They only drink milk and they have not showed any reaction to anything yet. On that note, I have packed four bottles of milk and I have written out a schedule for you to follow."
"I'm scared." I mumble to her as I hear the guys come down the stairs. "I don't think I can do this."
"Relax Fia." She pats my back, "You've got this."
"Ok." I nod my head. "I've got this."
"Hell yeah you do." She winks at me before bending down to kiss her son on the head, "I love you."
Joe does the same to their son before the couple leave for their date night.
"Stop just standing there, let's go watch TV." Jon beckons me over and I look at the stairs with wide eyes. "You'll be fine."
I nod my head before I carefully follow him up the stairs and into the TV room where two bassinets lay so I put Thomas down. Jon checks on Joseph for a moment before heading to the kitchen to fetch himself a beer.
"Do you want one?"
I shake my head, "No thanks."
Jon shrugs his shoulders, "Your loss."
He makes his way back over to me before sitting down besides on me sofa and turning the TV on.
"See." Jon gives me a nudge as I look at the twins who are sound asleep. "There was nothing to worry about."
"Whatever." I stick my tongue out at him and he pecks my lips.
The first twenty minutes sailed by with ease and I found myself relaxing into this position. I didn't have that much to fear because they are newborns, all they do is sleep and poop. The only thing that I had to worry about was my hair not getting tied around their fingers or toes and to make sure that they were still breathing.
Once the twenty minutes had passed, Joseph had woke up and we shortly realised that it was because he had done a fairly large shit. The smell made me run to the bathroom to puke and when I came back, I was pleasantly surprised to see Jon cleaning him up.
"That was rank." I tell him while rubbing my stomach.
"I used to wrestle independent, I've seen worse." Jon chuckles as he gets comfortable on the sofa with Joseph on the chest.
"You're going to be good at this." I tell him after a minutes worth of silence and he winks at me.
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After speaking with my dad a couple of days ago, we had planned to move our bedroom to the second floor but after much deliberation we decided to keep it on the third floor. Jon had already cleared out the nursery and I didn't feel like clearing out our furnished guest bedroom to move our bedroom there.
We have decided that we will buy a mini fridge which we will keep on the same floor as us. If breastfeeding is in the cards for us then that is what I will be doing and I won't be needing the fridge.
"I have a confession." Jon says as he walks over to me. For the last hour, we have been shopping for baby clothes and items for the nursery.
"What's up?" I ask as I hold up a cute jade matching set that comes with a hat. "We have to get this, it's the cutest set ever and I bet I can get a matching set."
"Sure." Jon waves me off and my smile falters. "I haven't been completely honest with you and with the baby on the way, I just need to get this off my chest."
I gesture for him to continue.
"I think I need to go to rehab." My eyes widen in surprise and I put the set down to process his words. "My alcohol addiction is getting out of hands and I don't want to bring our child into that environment."
"Jon." I chew on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from crying.
My man definitely likes to have a drink or two but I was not aware that this had been a full on addiction that he had been secretly battling. It's no secret that he has been putting on weight these last few months but I just assumed that it was down to his busy life and stress.
"I've been looking at a few facilities and I..." His voice trails off once he notices the tears falling from my eyes. "Sof."
Jon pulls me into his arms and I begin to cry because I'm fucking scared right now. I'm in my second trimester and my fiancé has just announced that he wants to go to rehab because he has an alcohol addiction.
"Ok." I rub his back before kissing his cheek. "You do what you have to do."
I sniffle as we pull away and he cups my face.
"Is that how you really feel?" He asks as he looks into my eyes and I nod my head.
"I'm pregnant and I don't want to be alone but I want you to be good." I place my hands on his waist, "If rehab is the solution then I will ride for you, I have your back one hundred percent."
"Sorry for not telling you sooner." He apologises before kissing my head.
"You're telling me now and that matters more." I pick up the jade set again. "I'm going to buy this set and we're going to get a milkshake, I think we really deserve one after this news."
Jon chuckles, "Ok."