Chapter two hundred and forty-five:

Isaac got out of the shower and dried himself off. He towel dried his hair briskly, and pulled on a clean pair of boxer shorts.

Christy had been tired after a long day on the bus, and then being stuck at the venue late until all of the fans had left. In the end, while the guys had gone off to meet with the fans who were gathered around the van waiting for them to come out, Christy and Becky had snuck into a cab at the other entrance to retreat back to the hotel.

Isaac clicked off the bathroom light and walked into the bedroom, where Christy was nestled in bed snuggly, with a book open in her lap. He smiled and climbed into his side of the bed, moving over to be closer to her. “What are you reading now honey?” He asked curiously.

“What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” She replied without looking up. Instead, she flipped the page and kept reading.

Isaac laughed softly.

“What?” She asked, finally looking up in confusion.

“I just think it’s cute that you’re doing all this research into motherhood and babies and pregnancy stuff. You’re only just over a month along, and you’re acting like you’re studying for the SATs or something.”

“But baby, I only have eight months of pregnancy left and I’ve got a lot to learn. I have no idea what to expect. I’ve never even held an actual baby before. I’ve never changed a diaper or fed a bottle to a child… I have absolutely no experience when it comes to kids, and I’ve got to learn it all real fast.” She looked up at him worriedly.

He smiled. “Honey, it’s not that hard. You’ll pick it up when the baby comes.”
”But you had six siblings. You’ve got tons of experience when it comes to babysitting and looking after kids. I don’t have any.”

“Relax, C. It’s not that big of deal. You’re stressing out over this, and you’re not even showing.” He tried to reason.

“I am stressing out. Isaac, what if the baby comes and I don’t even know how to hold it right? Or feed it? What if I don’t have that motherly bond with my baby that all these books talk about? It’s such a huge responsibility and I’ve got no experience to go on…” Her eyes welled up with tears.

“I’ll be there to help.” He reassured, taking the book from her lap and tossing it to the floor haphazardly. “And in another couple of weeks we can tell my mom about it, and she’ll be there to give you all kinds of advice. Will that help?”

Christy nodded. “Yeah, I think I feel a bit better about it now.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to get you some water or something? Calm you down a bit?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s okay, really.” She smiled. “Let’s just go to sleep.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “I’ll be fine.” She reached and turned off the lamp next to the bed, plunging the room into darkness.

Isaac moved over slightly to give her more room, and she curled up at his side, resting her head on his chest.

His breathing slowed rather quickly, and he was asleep in little time.

However, Christy lay awake for several hours more.

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