Chapter two
hundred and eighty-three:
Christy was
sitting at the small vanity in the bedroom she shared with Isaac. She gently
toweled her hair dry. She pulled a brush through her long locks and looked down
at her dry clothes.
For the first
time she had been forced to move a size up in her jeans. She had prepared well
for an expanding figure, but she wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.
Everything seemed to be happening so fast.
She had to admit
it scared her a little.
Looking in the
mirror, she couldn’t see any physical difference, other than the obvious change
in bust line.
However, when
she placed her hands on her stomach and closed her eyes, she could definitely
feel a difference.
“Honey? Is everything okay?”
Christy opened
her eyes just as she felt a hand drop onto her shoulder. She turned to look up
into her husband’s worried face.
“You’re home
early.” Was all she could say.
“I’m home in
time for dinner. We’ve been gone since early this morning… Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She
said with a smile. “Sit down, I want to show you
something.”
“Okay…” He spoke
with an obvious hesitation in his voice. He perched on the edge of the bed.
Christy stood
and drawing in a deep breath, pulled her shirt up to expose her stomach.
He waited
patiently, but gave no reaction.
“You don’t see
it?” She demanded, with an almost hurt tone in her voice.
“No… we’ll, it
would help if I knew what I was looking for…” He leaned forward, and squinted
for a better look. “Is it that little freckle there? Is that what I’m looking
for?”
“No!” She cried,
“That’s always been there, you should know that!”
“I’m sorry!” He
spoke defensively. “Maybe I’m tired, but I don’t really know what I’m looking
for.”
She turned
sideways and stood patiently, waiting for him to notice.
He studied her
for a moment, then looked up and met her gaze. “I’m sorry, but I still don’t
see it.”
She sighed, and
let her shirt fall back into place. “Give me your hands.”
Without protest,
he held out his hands and she placed them on her bare stomach.
He continued to
peer up at her, then finally said “Nothing.”
She sighed, and
sat down next to him in defeat. “I thought for sure I was starting to show…
maybe I’m just getting fat.”
“Honey, don’t
say that. You’re pregnant!” He put his arms around her waist, and stopped
suddenly. “Wait… wait,” He moved his hands across her abdomen. “That’s what I’m
supposed to feel? You are showing!”
Christy saw
right through his charade and pushed his hands away in disappointment.
“Honey.” He comforted, resting his forehead
against hers. “Don’t worry. There’s still five months to go, and I promise I’ll
keep feeling for any change.”
This comment
sent them both laughing.
He grinned and
gently squeezed her knee. “Why don’t we go down stairs and see what we can
scrounge up for dinner.”
“Okay.” She
smiled.
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Becky walked to
the fridge and removed a bottle of water for herself and a can of dr. pepper
for Zac.
“Zac, I wish you
wouldn’t sit on the counter. People prepare food there, and you’ve parked your
ass on it.” She teased, handing him the can.
“Okay,
mom!” He taunted.
Becky’s jaw
dropped in mock disgust, and she turned to walk away, but he caught her hand
and twisted her around so he could bend to kiss her lips.
Just as their
lips touched, Christy and Isaac came into the kitchen.
“I’m starved!”
Isaac announced.
”Me too,” Christy replied. “Whoops! Sorry.” Christy apologized.
“It’s okay, we were just about to start dinner.” Becky smiled.
“What should we have?”
“Well, we could
barbeque.” Zac suggested, mildly upset about being interrupted.
“We had that the
other night.” Becky shrugged. “How about something new?”
“I could go for
Chinese.” Isaac tried.
“Ooh,” Christy
made a disgusted noise. “Order me a salad then.”
“But you love
Chinese.” He prompted.
“I know, but
last time, I had heartburn so badly I was up all night. I’d like to get some
sleep tonight.” Christy reminded him, easing herself onto a stool at the
island.
“Okay… pizza?”
Zac offered.
“Pizza is fine
by me.” Christy agreed. “Will you order me a salad just in case?”
“Of
course, C.” Isaac
smiled and gently squeezed her shoulder. “Should we ask Jen and Luke?”
“Umm… maybe we
should leave them alone for a bit… I’m sure they’ll be fine with pizza.” Becky
said. “What about
“He won’t be
joining us.” Isaac answered, but before he could clarify any further, Zac cut
in. “He’s got a big date!”
“With
who?” Becky asked,
eager for more information.
“Is she pretty?”
Christy asked.
“Is she a fan?”
Becky continued.
“I have no
idea.” Zac replied with a laugh.
Isaac offered a
shrug. “All I know is that he met her in a coffee shop, she served him coffee.”