"I'm so ready to be out of the car Daddy... We should stop and go for a run... Please... Please, Daddy...", Hearing my sweet Mama vocalize his fussiness only makes it that much harder for me not to give in and pull over so he can stretch his thick pretty legs and give me the beautifully sweet smile I always crave from him... But all I can do at the moment is reach over and hold his hand while I try and focus on the fact that we're almost home.
"I know, Princess... I promise we can go for a run as soon as we get home." I know that it isn't exactly what he's asking for, but, "We only have about an hour left. Can you make it one last hour?"
We've made such good time on the way back... Which I almost thought that we wouldn't because I know I'm driving more carefully now that we think our baby is also on board, still in my Princess's belly busy growing just like he should be.... I've been driving like an old man and I don't regret a single second of it... Not that I wasn't driving carefully before... Precious cargo is precious cargo and Addy definitely falls into that category... It's just now... I have even more to protect... Even if that means driving at a snail's pace and resisting the urge to flip off the cars who have been impatient and passed us in a reckless hurry...
"Yes... But do you promise? Before we even get the suitcases out? We can go for a run and just... Run? I can't wait to be home... I want to be home and I want to run and be in our own bed and I want snuggles and to not talk to anyone else for a while... Except for Quinn, because I still can't figure out why he wouldn't tell me about Archie!" My sweet Bean is getting teary, his craft bag not offering any relief to his homesickness and car boredom... And I can't really fault him for it... It's been such a long week... And then learning on the way home that Quinn met Archibald literally the day before we left and said nothing about it only made him feel that much more stressed during our car ride...
Not that I think he's really mad over not being the first to find out... Just upset that he didn't get to celebrate that moment with his best friend just because we had to leave for the stupid conference... And with how mushy and sweet he is, I can understand why.
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"Yes, Sweet Pea... I promise. We don't even have to wait until we bring the suitcases in. I'll lock up the truck and then we can run for as long as you want... And then it's inside for ice cream or some chocolate or both... And then we can light the fire and get all cuddled up and naked and if you want Daddy can even read to you... I know you like that...Huh?", Daddy's words ring true in my ears and I know that he means every single word of it and that he's doing what he can to keep me soothed even when he himself is also feeling a bit grumpy.
He's been so good about keeping cool, but I know that being enclosed in any kind of small space isn't his favorite thing in the world... And I know me being fussy isn't necessarily helping that feeling of being stuck in the car...
But finally feeling what Daddy's feeling on top of my own crampy legs and frustration over how much my butt is starting to hurt from not being able to really change positions in the cab of the truck... I don't mean to be fussy but I can't seem to help it... I know I am not the only one who wants to get out and never look at the truck ever again...
I feel too grumpy to sit in the tight cab of the truck with all of our stuff around us and not enough room to really get comfy... I feel too unsettled and anxious still being on the road when it seems like so many more people than usual are driving like buttholes and I just want to feel the grass of home crunch under my paws... I want to see Daddy's big wolf and feel small next to him and I want to play tag again and I want to settle in for hot chocolate and story time after... "C-Could we maybe have chocolate and ice cream during storytime?"
My handsome mate pretends to think about it for a few minutes, his bottom lip being chewed in a way that makes me want to lean over and distract him with stealing a kiss, but I know that that would be dangerous with him still driving...Just another reason to try and get home as fast as possible... "And maybe a bath together?"
I know I'm pushing it adding in the bathtime request at the end... Last time Daddy had barely been able to put in the water around us to keep us warm, but it had made me feel so close to him having us be all folded around each other and floaty...
"A bath? Hmmm.... I... I know maybe I am being a bit too protective of you and our nugget.... But is bath time safe? Can I call and ask the Doctor if it's okay?" Hearing him cocalize gis concern... It settles my soul even more than hearing him growl at me and out me in my place...
He's overprotective because he loves me... And he loves our baby... Even if we aren't postive that I'm actually pregnant.... He already loves our little Bean so much...
I know it'll be a long couple of months if Daddy wanrs to call the Doctor for every little thing... But it will only remind me how much he actually cares about me and our family... "That's okay Daddy. We can call him together... I need to ask him how much chocolate it's okay for me to eat in a day when pregnant anyway."