Having Noah by my side during the pregnancy was the most beautiful thing to watch. He was so attentive. He never missed a single doctors appointment, was constantly cooking for me to make sure I eat, and making sure I was getting my rest too. He was being the great partner I needed.
As I was approaching the middle of the pregnancy, the doctor told me I needed to take things easy and Noah insisted I stop working all together and stay home to stay off my feet. It was adorable that he was constantly looking out for me, but at the same time I was always a free-spirit, so it was a little hard for me to have rules and regulations.
Reaching all of the milestones was a journey in itself. I constantly looked forward to the ultrasounds, loving seeing our baby change so quickly. It was surreal to think Noah and I really made another human life, perfectly half of each of us. We were keeping the gender a surprise, and Noah and I would always playfully argue about whose guess would be correct the delivery date. Noah was convinced it was going to be a boy, but I was really wanting a girl. Of course, we would be happy either way just as long as the little peanut was healthy. Every day I would day dream about who the baby would look like and what their personality would turn out to be like as they got older. This was really happening.
This morning I was laying in a quiet room with Noah still sleeping peacefully next to me. I had already woken up a little while ago but I was still being lazy and relaxing with my eyes closed. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation in my belly. I opened my eyes wondering if that was normal and I put my hand over my baby bump. I felt it again. The fluttering sensation, my eyes widening with pleasant surprise!
"Oh my god! Noah!" I sat up and I reached over and shook his shoulder since his back was to me.
"Hmm?" He muttered sleepily, started by my sudden outburst.
"Noah! Get up! I think the baby's kicking!" I confessed excitedly finally figuring out what it was. Without hesitation, Noah sat up and turned to me. I giggled at his crazy bed head and his squinted eyes. He smiled at me tiredly, looking absolutely adorable.
"Come here." I grabbed his hand and put it over my belly. We both paused, waiting. Noah frowned a little after a long moment. "I don't feel anything ..." he said. He leaned down and gently talked to my belly quietly, the sight of it melted my heart.
"Hey little baby. It's your daddy. Me and your mommy already love you so much." He said, gently rubbing my skin then planted a gentle kiss. I reached down and ran my fingers through Noah's hair, admiring the scene before me. I was so emotional with my pregnancy hormones that I truly almost wanted to cry with how touching it was to hear Noah's words to the baby. In another moment, we felt the subtle vibration of another kick. Noah's eyes lit up and he smiled widely. I grinned back at him and a small laugh escaped me, my eyes welling up with happy tears. Even though I had always day dreamed about what Noah and I's future might look like, I never actually believed we would get to this stage in life. It was absurd how different your life could be in just a year or two, and it was still astonishing to me that we were actually going to be parents.
"She loves her daddy." I whispered putting my hand on Noah's cheek and caressing his face.
"Stop calling my son a girl." He answered jokingly, chuckling with happy tears in his eyes. I giggled a bit and leaned over, kissing him softly.
"I am so in love with you. Thank you." He confessed.
"For what baby?" I asked.
"For being who you are. For loving me...and making me a better man. I don't know where I would be without you." He whispered lovingly and he laid back down next to me, wrapping his arm around me protectively, wanting to have a lazy morning with me.
"Well, you won't have to be without me. And I can't wait to do this with you Noah." I rubbed his arm lovingly and kissed him gently on his lips a few times not able to get enough of him. He reciprocated the affection, giving me chills with the passion radiating off of him. This is all I ever wanted...all of him. Only him.
"Baby?" I asked him after a long moment of quiet tranqulity.
"Hmm?"
"I've been thinking...about the wedding..." I laid my hand on his chest and rested my chin on top of my hand to lock eyes with him. We had discussed different ideas before on when to have it and how many people but we weren't set on anything.
"I think it would be nice to just have a small ceremony...."
I felt his fingers playing with my curls as he pondered.
"Really? I do want you to have your dream wedding, Evie. If it's about costs-"
I interjected.
"It's not about money baby. I know you said there's no limit but...to be honest we only have four short months or so before the baby's here and it would mean a lot to me if we were married before she gets here." I shrugged a bit thinking about having his last name and wanting the baby to have it too instead of hyphenating the name like we talked about previously.
"He." He corrected me playfully and I stuck my tongue out at him.
"So how small of a wedding are you thinking?" He asked.
Noah and I didn't come from big families and the small amount of family we did have left was mostly estranged. The guys,their girlfriends, and friends that we've made along the way were our chosen family and it was nice. And not to mention it was truly less stressful.
"I figured just us, the guys, and their plus ones...nothing huge. And to be honest, I don't want a ton of people coming and thinking we are rushing to get married just because I'm pregnant. This is for me and you anyway and I don't want to draw attention to us. I think it would be nice to have something small and just enjoy our day without the press and paparazzi and stuff. I don't even care if we have a ceremony at all...I only care about being Mrs. Noah Sebastian Davis." A smile crept up onto Noah's face and he leaned down kissing me softly.
"I like that idea a lot babe. When do you think we should do this?"
"What about next month?"
His eyebrows raised thinking it was coming up fast but he was ready to marry me any day.
"I'm sure we could pull something off. Let's talk about it more after breakfast."
"What if I want you for breakfast?" I asked cheekily and smirked at him.
"Turns out that could be arranged." He grinned and pulled the covers up over our heads causing me to giggle.
Noah and I had a very intimate morning, enjoying each other and taking our time. Eventually we did end up getting ready for the day. We invited the guys to come out for lunch and we met at one of our favorite restaurants having a good time. We always joked and occasionally roasted each other when we hung out. That was our natural dynamic. It was all love and I was feeling pleased with the fact that the baby would have so many people that loved him or her. Tons of uncles and aunts, unconditional love from me and Noah...our baby would never go without. I was feeling extra thankful today.
Eventually we made it home and it was getting later. Although we had an extra great day, I couldn't help but to still feel a little disappointed when Noah was getting ready to leave again.
Tonight Noah had a voice lesson with Melissa and it was still a touchy subject for me. The drama with Kayla had nothing to do with Melissa, and I knew that, but I still couldn't help but to have an uneasy feeling. I had asked Noah weeks back to look for another vocal coach but we weren't on the same page. Maybe I was being unfair, considering Kayla was now gone and she was back home in California, but what went down still bothered me.
I watched him pack a couple of waters and grab some other things he needed before he left and I rolled my eyes watching him move around the kitchen. He must have caught me because I heard him let out a sigh of frustration. He had lessons three times a week and every time he would get ready to go he noticed a very apparent shift in the energy between us. It was hard for him to find another person to guide him with the same level of expertise, and although he knew where I was coming from, he had been hoping that eventually I would drop it.
"Babe...come on...we had a good day. Don't act like this."
"Act like what?" I got a little more annoyed since I didn't say one word about it and I thought I was doing pretty well this time by staying quiet. However, he knew me like the back of his hand and didn't need me to speak to know I was upset or agitated. He looked at me raising an eyebrow a little, knowing we both knew what he meant.
"You get like this every time, Eve. I've already told you we don't talk about anything other than my vocals and that's it. You say you trust me but it doesn't seem like it. "
"Are you serious Noah? Thats unfair."
"Well, if you want me to be able to provide for us then you need to stop making me feel like shit every time I have to go do this."
"So I'm not valid in feeling nervous every time you have to go there?"
"For the millionth time, Kayla has nothing to do with any of this. What do you think I'm really going there to secretly meet with her or something?! She's in Califuckingfornia Eve..."
Hearing the hint of attitude in Noah's tone was pissing me right off and not helping.
"So I'm not justified in feeling nervous every time you go over there after the shit that happened?! Is that what you're saying?!"
"What I'm saying is, I need you to trust me, Eve! We are supposed to be getting married but yet you still think I'm out here fucking around and I'm not! Do you want to start coming with me? You can see for yourself that I'm not fucking doing anything..."
"You know what...you need to stop talking to me like I'm just being a ridiculous bitch or something! There's thousands of other vocal coaches around but yet you don't respect me enough to find someone else because you're so goddamn stubborn Noah."
He shook his head.
"Oh okay, so now I don't respect you?" He scoffed a bit growing even more frustrated and now he was running late. "This is ridiculous. Fine. Tonight will be my last lesson with her and I'll just fucking blow my vocal cords out next tour and then that's the end of Bad Omens. Does that sound good?"
I felt like he was completely disregarding my insecurities and my eyes watered with angry tears hating that he was being this sarcastic and not being comforting in the least bit.
"This is typical you, Noah. You want to come back and make me feel bad for expressing myself to you. Just do what you want, like always...even though I've sacrificed so much shit for you! I've moved to a state I never wanted to live in for you! I've quit writing because you've asked me not to work...I've stuck by you through so many things...I ask you to do this one thing and you can't do it. This really shows how well our marriage is gonna go...your way or the highway!"
I turned my back on him and started for the stairs not having the energy to keep arguing with him when he was being so hard-headed. I knew it was a huge pet peeve of his when I would walk away from him and I was feeling petty, wanting to annoy him back for his rude comments.
He frowned while watching me walk away from him and up the stairs. He wanted to follow me but knew he only had so much time to get there.
"I'll be back in a couple hours and we'll finish talking then...I love you..."
I didn't answer but he was able to hear the bedroom door slam in response.
Noah and I have had a lot of growth in our relationship and this was the first time in a while that we were getting this deep into an argument. I hated that Kayla was still a problem even though she was no longer around, but I couldn't help the way I felt. After Noah left, I decided to go to the baby's nursery and I sat on the floor folding some baby clothes we already had ready to go. I would often come in here when I wasn't in good spirits, and it would always take my mind off of things.
After a little while I received a notification on my phone that Noah was going live on his Instagram which almost never occurred. He was never really big on social media and would often go days without using it, so now this did strike my curiosity. When I opened up his story, it was only viewable to his close friends. His phone was clearly on a table or something, and it was a live feed of his vocal lesson. It was only him and Melissa and they were at the studio. I knew what point he was trying to make.
He was probably hoping I would view it and see he was doing exactly what he said he was doing and where he was supposed to be.
Touché Noah.
I suddenly felt a little bad for getting so uptight about it and I sent him a comment for him to read afterward.
"You're doing great. We love you." I knew he would understand I was including the baby in that and I exited out of his video, going back to listening to my Bring Me The Horizon playlist and folding baby clothes.
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Are you guys getting bored?! I'm trying to decide how many more chapters! What do you guys think baby Noah is going to be? A boy or girl? Hope you're all still liking the story!🥹