4 days, 18 weeks.
She thinks I don't see what she's doing. She thinks I haven't noticed how she's been acting. She thinks I haven't seen the way she lays in bed, saying she's tired but never falling asleep.
But I have been, I do see it, I can feel it. Something clicked in her while we were at the hospital. I've called Dr. Murphy and she gives me advise as to what to do and how to help.
*their first phone call *
"Dr. Murphy speaking."
"It's Leonadas Costa."
"How is Oaklee? Did the food poisoning wear off?"
"It has but I'm concerned that she's become depressed."
"I'm sorry to hear about that, a lot of pregnant women can become depressed. The hormonal shift between the trimesters seem to do that. Her body is changing rapidly. Just make sure she eats, drinks, and gets plenty of rest, be there for when she needs you, try and get her to be active. That should help but it not this could be something more deep."
"How am i supposed to do this if she doesn't want too?"
"Try to be positive and understanding, that will take you a long way, the rest is something she's going to have to choose."
"Thank you."
"It's my job."
That's what I've been doing. She eats and drinks but she doesn't sleep often. I've suggested melatonin but she got snappy at me for even bringing it up.
I've gotten her to go on a few walks with me but most is the time she's ignored me. I don't push too hard, I lay with her a lot.
The times she does sleep, she mumbles about how sorry she is and how she wants to be better. My heartbreaks every time, I don't know how to help her.
"Hey, baby." I say, rubbing her back. She mumbles back a 'hi'.
"Do you want to go walk for a bit?"
She doesn't answer for a minute before sitting up. I sit up and walk over to her putting my hands out for her. Her bump has gotten bigger, only a little. You probably wouldn't notice unless you've been with her and rubbing it everyday.
She takes my hands before wrapping her arms around my hips. I hug her back, rubbing her shoulders.
I get her to eat something before we walk down the beach, just like we have been. I ramble on about a phone call I got from Ezra, trying to cheer her up from the stupid shit he says.
"He started complaining about how he needs us to come home because Nova keeps giving Sin to him while he's crying and-"
Oaklee stops walking and places her hands on her bump. I stay beside her watching as few seconds go by and she lifts the shirt she's wearing and puts her hands back down on her stomach.
"What's wrong?" I ask softly, not trying to scare her.
"Leo..." Her eyes fills with tears as she looks up at me.
"What? What is it, baby?" I ask, getting concerned.
"I think our baby moved." She whispers, looking at her stomach.
Almost immediately as those words fell out, my hands went to her bump and she moved them to the bottom of her bump.
Sure enough, there was a kick. It was small but it was still there.
A smile takes over my face as I fall to my knees to watch it happen again. I see it, it's the weirdest thing ever but I've never been happier. Her skin gets stretched a little and then settles before it happens again.
"Oh, baby." I breathe out. I look up at her as she has a genuine smile in her face, not one is those fake ones that she has been giving me.
"Does that hurt?" I ask, suddenly concerned.
"No, it just feels weird." She says, chuckling a little.
I place my hand back on the spot and it happens again. It's almost like our baby knows it's my touch. I've can't help but kiss the spot before wrapping my arms around her hips and press my face against her bump.
"Oh, God. I love you, Oaklee. I love you so much."
"I love you." She says, her hands run through my hair.
Our baby moves again, I feel it against my cheek. I stand, not before giving that spot another kiss.
"You make me so happy." I say softly as her face is squished between my hands. I kiss every part of her face until her face is red from laughing. I laugh before pulling away. It's back again, her happiness is sparkling in her eyes. I couldn't stop myself from admiring it.
I press my lips to hers for the first time in what feels like forever. She pours everything into it, she stands on her tip toes to wrap her arms around my neck.
I pull back, just enough to see her face, my arms are secure on her waist. It might be a bad thing to say, but I can't wait for this kid to get out of her so I can hug her properly.
"Leo?" She calls out.
"Yeah, baby?" I say, getting up from my spot on the bed and walking toward the closet. She looks at me with a cute pout on her lips.
"Help?" She says, pointing at the clothes.
I chuckle, walking over and pinking the first dress I see. She looks at it before nodding. I give her ass a good squeeze before going back to the spot on the bed to continue to put on my shoes.
By the time she walks out I'm done with my shoes, she walks towards me and stands in between my legs. She messes with my hair, seeming very concentrated. I, on the other hand, is to busy checking out her bump. Mesmerized by the fact that I just felt my baby move.
My hands grip her ass while I rest my forehead on her bump. She makes a disapproving sound from me moving before she uses her nails to scratch my head.
I could fall asleep right now.
Just as my eyes close she moves away and gets her phone before she grabs my hand and pulls me out.
"Have I told you how pretty you look right now?" I ask, trailing behind her.
"No, you have not." She says as she walks out of the front door.
"Well, you look extremely beautiful." I say before using both of my hands to smack her ass, watching as it jiggles.
"We literally just walked out of this house and you're already starting stuff." She huffs before she slowly gets in the car.
"It isn't my fault." I mumble, walking around the car.
I place my hand on her bump when I get in the car, just in case the baby decides to move. I wonder what it feels like for her.
"Why are we doing this today?" I ask, facing her.
"Because I want too." She says. I blink before looking out the window.
Spoiled woman.
"Leonadas, I swear." She warns.
My eyes widen before I give her the side eye. She's looking out the window, she's not even looking at me. I purse my lips and decide to keep quiet. Only because I want too, not because of her.
Yeah, keep thinking that.
Soon enough we pull up at a strip mall and we get out. I make sure I'm on the road side of Oaklee as we walk.
She leans into me as we walk to the first store. She walks to the maternity section and skims through the clothes.
"Baby, I don't understand why you want pants. I think you look hot with all these dresses." I says, my hand waves down her body.
"My thighs get sweaty." She mumbles as she concentrates on the clothes.
She gets a couple of pants before walking towards the changing rooms. I follow her like a lost puppy.
Just as I sit down on a nice comfortable couch, she calls my name. I open the door before walking in, barely being able to fit in the doorway.
"I can't see my feet." She says with tears in her eyes.
"That's not bad, baby. Don't cry." I say, cupping her face.
"I just want pants, it's getting so hot and my thighs get sweaty and I hate it." She cries, crashing into me.
"Do you want me to help you?" I ask softly.
She nods against my stomach before pulling back. I crouch in front of her and put her feet into the pair of pants before pulling them up.
She turns looking in the mirror before smiling and telling me to take them off of her. It goes like this for the next couple of stores.
In one store, someone must have saw my feet and shouted 'there should only be one person in the rooms'. Oaklee wasn't too happy with that and she simply said a few words of her choosing to scare off the worker.