The next morning, Annabelle woke up with Drew wrapped around her. 

	"Baby, we gotta get up", she whispered. ‘Well, if he’s not 
planning on getting up, I’m gonna have some fun’, Annabelle thought. 
She rolled out of Drew’s grasp and looked him over. ‘My oh my! What a 
man!’. Annabelle took in the sight of the beautiful man that lay naked 
before her. She rubbed her finger down his chest. Then she trailed 
kisses along his stomach and chest. Drew sighed. Annabelle brought her 
kisses up to his neck, his ear, his nose, and finally his mouth. It 
only took a moment for Drew to respond to the kiss. Then he wrapped 
Annabelle with his arms once again.

	"You should wake me up that way more often", Drew said after 
they pulled away.

	"We gotta go to school, babes".

	"Okay. I call first dibs on the shower".

	"You can’t".

	"Why not?".

	"J’s in there".

	"Why can’t that guy get a girlfriend the way he gets a job? 
That way he could constantly be at her house, using her shower".

	"Drew", Annabelle began, rolling her eyes. "A girlfriend for J, 
right now, isn’t practical. When would they spend time together? At 
dinner? Where’s the fun in that?".

	"Don’t contradict me".

	"Why not?".

	"Cuz you’re my girlfriend".

	"You contradict me".

	"When?".

	"Just last week. We were watching that Van Dam movie. I thought 
something was going to happen, but you chewed me out for the next ten 
minutes".

	"I’m sorry sweetie". Drew stuck his bottom lip out, in a pout. 
Annabelle kissed it. They started kissing. Drew got on top of 
Annabelle. She pulled away suddenly.

	"Baby, if we keep this up, we won’t be able to take a shower 
before class".

	"Fuck the shower".

	"Well, okay then".

	After class that day, the guys had a band meeting. Annabelle 
was banned from the meetings because she seemed to be a distraction. 
So, Annabelle sat in her room thinking before work.

	‘I have that doctors appointment tomorrow. Should I let Drew 
know? Not yet. I’ll get the blood test back tomorrow. If I’m pregnant, 
I’ll tell him. I shouldn’t worry him needlessly’. Annabelle looked at 
the clock. Then she went in the living room. She walked up to Drew and 
hugged him from behind. She put her head on his shoulder and kissed his 
ear.

	"I’m going to work now". Drew turned his head and kissed 
Annabelle. She stroked his cheek lovingly, before walking away from 
him. "Bye, guys", she called. As she exited the house, a chorus of 
‘bye’s’ followed her.

	The next afternoon Annabelle told Drew she had to go to work 
early. Instead she went to her appointment.

	"Good afternoon, Annabelle", the doctor greeted. "How are 
you?".

	"I’m good, and you?".

	"Oh, I’m fine. We got the blood test results from the lab this 
morning".

	"And?".

	"Let me ask you this. Do you want to be pregnant?".

	"I’d like to be pregnant. But, I don’t think I’m really ready 
yet, at this point in my life".

	"I’m sorry to disappoint you".

	"Disappoint me?".

	"The test came out positive. You’re pregnant, Annabelle".

	‘Oh god. I can’t be pregnant. What’ll Drew say?’ "Dr. 
Schwartz?".

	"Yes, hon".

	"How far long am I?".

	"Two months".

	"What’s my due date?".

	"My guess is early May. May 4th, to be exact. Although, there 
really is no exact".

	When Annabelle got home, the guys were in the living room with 
Paris, talking and eating pizza. Annabelle didn’t bother to say hello 
to anybody. She just walked into her room and locked the door.

	"Hey, Anna", Drew said. She didn’t hear him. "Guys, excuse me 
for a minute". Drew got up and walked to Annabelle’s room. He tried to 
open the door, but it was locked. He knocked on the door. "Anna, honey. 
Are you okay?".

	"I’ll talk to you later, Drew. Please, just leave me alone, 
now".

	"Okay, Anna. I’ll see you later. I love you". Drew walked back 
to the guys.

	The next morning, Annabelle woke up early. She walked into Drew 
and Nick’s room. She went over to the lower bunk and hugged Drew. He 
woke up. "Anna?".

	"Shh. Nick’s sleeping". She grabbed Drew’s hand and led him to 
her room. When they got there, Annabelle hugged Drew tightly around his 
middle.

	"Anna, what’s wrong?".

	"I love you so much, Drew".

	"I love you, too. What’s wrong?".

	"Just hold me for a moment. Please. I’ll explain later". Drew 
obliged. Five minutes later, he pulled away.

	"Anna, you’re really worrying me".

	"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. Drew, there’s something 
important I need to tell you". Drew took her hand.

	"Tell me".

	"I’m gonna have a baby". Drew looked shocked. He walked over to 
Annabelle’s bed and sat down.

	"Is it mine?".

	"Is it yours? Is it yours?!!", Annabelle yelled angrily. "Of 
course, it’s yours".

	"Anna, please don’t shout".

	"You don’t want me to shout?! How the fuck should I react to 
this? You just accused me of sleeping around".

	"It’s not that I don’t trust you, Anna. It’s just with 
Justin...".

	"The doctor checked. She knows the exact date I was 
impregnated".

	"And?".

	"It was August 4th". Drew knew then that this was his baby. He 
really could never forget that date.

	"Anna, do you wanna be with me?".

	"Of course".

	"Forever?". Annabelle thought about the question.

	"Yes". Drew smiled.

	"I wanna raise this baby together. I want it to have both a 
mommy and a daddy".

	"Do you wanna get married?".

	"Is that a proposal?".

	"Do you want it to be?".

	"I suppose so".

	"Okay then. Andrew John Lachey, will you marry me?". Drew 
looked at her with a smile. 

	"I always thought I would pop the question".

	"I never knew I would. So...uh...will you?".

	"Yes". They smiled shyly at each other. After a moment, Drew 
pulled Annabelle into his arms. "Can you imagine this? You and me, 
married with a kid?".

	Annabelle smiled knowingly. "Yes, I can".

	Over the next few months, Annabelle’s belly grew and the guys 
popularity grew. They performed in several different clubs.

January.

	Annabelle, now five months pregnant, laid on the couch rubbing 
her belly. If it was this big now, what would it look like in nine 
months? The thought was horrific to Annabelle. Would she be able to 
walk?

	The phone rang and Annabelle stretched to pick it 
up.

	"Hello?...Oh, Paris...who called back?...I can’t hear 
you?...Are you on your cell?...That explains it...Motown?...that’s 
fantastic! I’ll tell them as soon as they get home...see ya". Annabelle 
hung up the phone. To think, these four guys just got picked up by 
Motown records.

	When all the guys got home, Annabelle replayed her conversation 
with Paris.

	"We need to go out and celebrate", Jeff said after a while.

	"Are you gonna come with us, Anna?", Drew asked.

	"Hell yes! Get my wheelchair". Annabelle was having 
complications with her pregnancy. It seemed the baby was abnormally 
large, but it wasn’t fully developed. She could barely walk. It was 
only going to get worse as the baby grew. Annabelle had quit school. 
The embarrassment with the baby at school was too much for her.

	They went to a large pizza place.

	"Drew, babe, I wanna dance", Annabelle whined for the fifth 
time.

	"I just don’t think it’s a good idea".

	"Drew, let me enjoy this. I still have four more months until 
they cut this sucker out. My life will be hell until then". Annabelle 
was talking about her planned c-section. Drew laughed.

	"Alright. But only one dance". He helped Annabelle up. They 
walked onto the dance floor, as the opening of "I’ll Make Love To You", 
by Boyz II Men, drifted from the speakers. "This is becoming a theme 
song in my life", Drew thought out loud. Annabelle giggled.

	The pair looked silly as they danced. Imagine a short, 
enormously pregnant woman trying to dance. Drew could barely get his 
arms around her.

	He gently kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him.

	"It’s gonna be a helluva long time until we can have sex again. 
You better be ready, girl, cuz I’m gonna be on you for hours". 
Annabelle laughed loudly. People stared at her. Luckily, they didn’t 
hear Annabelle’s shocking revelation.

	"You think you're gonna be bad. Uh uh! I’m gonna need some 
serious self assurance. I’m gonna have stretch marks up the wazoo! The 
only good thing is my tits will be full. When I’m done with you, you’ll 
be sore for years". Drew smiled.

	"I can’t wait".

	"Me neither. Is there a doctor in the house?!", Annabelle 
shouted. "C-Section table 3!". Drew laughed before dragging Annabelle 
back to the table. His face blushed a deep crimson.

	"I can’t believe you just did that".

	"What? Pregnant women get horny, too, Drew". The guys covered 
their mouths to conceal their laughter. "Hey, Dee. Come with me to the 
bathroom. Pregnant women need to pee a lot. Besides, I wanna leave Drew 
to be picked on by the rest of the guys".

	"Okay". The girls left for the rest room.

	"Annie’s certainly gotten bolder since you knocked her up, 
Drew", Nick said with a smirk.

	"I know, she’s scaring me". Drew laughed.

	"I like her better this way. The girl’s got a lot more spunk", 
J put in his 2 cents.

	"I’ve only known her since she was pregnant". Paris 
shrugged.

	The food came.

	"What’s taking them so long?", Drew asked worriedly.

	"Who knows. They’re women", Jeff replied. He looked around and 
spotted a familiar face in the crowd. "I’ll be right back, guys". The 
guys watched as Jeff went to the dance floor.

	The girls came back.

	"Where’s Jeff?", Dee asked while she sat down.

	"I dunno. He said he’d be right back", J said.

	Jeff came back five minutes later, pulling a girl by the arm. 
Dee grew suspicious, but didn’t say anything.

	"Guys, this is my cousin, Amber. Amber, this is Paris, Nick, 
Drew, Annabelle, Dee, and J", Jeff introduced.

	"Amber?", Annabelle said shocked.

	"Annabelle? It can’t be you. Girl, you’re expecting?".

	"Uh huh". Annabelle got up and hugged Amber. "How is 
everything?".

	"Great. How about with you?".

	"Excellent. How are the guys?", Annabelle asked softly.

	"They’re good. Josh and I are getting married".

	"Really? That’s wonderful!", Annabelle said excitedly.

	"Hey Annabelle, how do you know Amber?", Jeff asked. The guys 
were confused by the conversation. "Hey, and since when are you 
engaged?".

	"Guys, Amber’s getting married to JC Chasez? Ring a bell?", 
Annabelle asked.

	"JC? Justin’s friend?", Nick questioned.

	"Yes", Annabelle said quietly. She was afraid that Drew would 
be angered by this conversation. The topic of Justin was a touchy 
subject.

	"Why don’t you sit down, Amber?", Drew said with a smile. 
‘Something’s fishy’, Annabelle thought. ‘Drew’s being too sugary sweet. 
I bet he’s hiding his feelings. I’m worried’.

	Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Drew and 
Annabelle sat on her bed talking.

	"Baby, I hurt all over", Annabelle said sadly.

	"Wait here, I have an idea". Drew left the room. Ten minutes 
later he returned. He gave his hands to Annabelle. "Come on". Drew led 
Annabelle to the bathroom. The tub was full of water and bubbles. There 
were also a couple of candles spread around the room.

	"Ooh, bubbles", Annabelle said giddily. She turned to Drew. He 
kissed her softly. Then he undressed her and helped her into the tub. 
She looked longingly up at him. "Come in with me?".
	
	Drew undressed himself and sat behind Annabelle. He put his 
legs on the outsides of hers while she leaned back against him. The tub 
was rather big. He kissed her neck softly while massaging her shoulders 
and upper back. Annabelle moaned delightedly. She took Drew’s hands and 
positioned them on her breasts. He massaged them slowly and softly. He 
then moved his hands to her belly. He made circular motions with his 
thumbs. Drew kissed Annabelle’s shoulders, back, neck and arms with 
great hunger. He wanted to take her so badly. Annabelle could feel his 
pain in her back.

	She turned around quickly, making some of the water slosh over 
the side. She kissed Drew full on the mouth with the same hunger he had 
shown her. They continued to get more heated.

	Drew pulled away, much to both of their agony. "Anna, we 
mustn’t do anything that could hurt the baby".

	"I know. I just have that weakness towards you. Ya know, the 
one where I can’t keep my hands off you and continuously want to fuck. 
I’m sorry. I love you, Drewy".

	"I love you, too, Anna. I’m sorry, also. Sometimes my penis 
does more talking then my brain". Annabelle giggled. "Let me wash 
you".

	"Okay". Annabelle sat down. Drew picked up the sponge, soaped 
it up, and began rubbing it softly against her skin.

	After the bath, they went into Annabelle’s room and changed 
into jammies. They both laid down on the bed. Annabelle looked at Drew. 
She had a serious expression on her face.

	"Drew, if I wasn’t pregnant...would you still say yes?".

	"Yes to what?".

	"My marriage proposal".

	"Yes, I would have". Annabelle smiled. Then groaned. "What’s 
wrong?", Drew asked sitting up. Worry was written in his 
expression.

	"The baby’s kicking". Drew placed his hand on Annabelle’s 
belly. "I think we have a soccer player on our hands". Drew 
smiled.

	"Good. We need to teach this kid some kind of sport. As long as 
it stays away from it’s uncle Nick, the baby won’t play 
football".

	"Drewy, I’ve been wondering something".

	"What have you been wondering about?".

	"I know we decided it was best if it was a surprise...but 
couldn’t we find out the baby’s gender?".

	"This is really important to you, isn’t it?".

	"Yes".

	"Okay then. Next time you go in for an ultrasound, we’ll ask 
the doctor". Annabelle quickly kissed Drew.

	"Thank you, baby. This means the world to me".

	"I know. Besides, I’m awfully curious myself".

	"Just think, in four months there will be a little version of 
the two of us just sitting around".

	"That’s a scary thought". Annabelle elbowed Drew in the side 
lightly.

	"Is not. It’s exciting". Drew kissed her hand.

	"I know. It’s just happening so fast".

	"Drew?".

	"Hmm?".

	"Do you think we’ll have any regrets?".

	"What do you mean?".

	"Later on. Do you think we’ll regret getting married or having 
this baby?". Drew sat up.

	"Never. I don’t want you thinking that way, Anna. I love you 
and you love me and that’s all that matters. The only thing you need to 
worry about is that baby. Our baby". Annabelle smiled brightly.

	"Our baby. I like the sound of that".

	"It’s got a nice ring to it".

	"Indeed it does".

	Annabelle, now seven months pregnant, sat on the living room 
couch reading a book. She had been doing a lot of reading lately. It 
had gotten to the point where her doctor decided she shouldn’t walk 
anymore. Unless it was to the bathroom. Basically, when the guys went 
out they would leave her in the living room with everything she could 
possibly need, except company.

	That’s why Nick came up with the idea of buying Annabelle a 
pet. He had good intentions when he bought that cat and it did keep 
Annabelle company. But there was a reason the cat’s name was Oscar The 
Grouch. A friendly cat, Oscar was not.

	Annabelle’s four roommates plus two others came into the 
apartment.

	"Hey all", Annabelle greeted the people in the room next door. 
Drew stepped over the cat gate, that kept Oscar in the living room. 
Oscar needed to be in the same room as Annabelle to keep her company, 
hence the kitty gate was bought and set up.

	Drew gave Annabelle a quick kiss and sat on the floor next to 
the couch she laid on.

	"Hey Anna. How was your day?", Drew asked sweetly.

	"If you were immobile, extremely fat, and bored with a cat as 
your only company, would you have a good day, Drew?". He 
chuckled.

	"Guess not". The rest of the people in the apartment came into 
the living room and greeted Annabelle.

	"We had an amazing day in the studio", Jeff said with a 
smile.

	"Yeah. You wouldn’t believe the progress we made on the new 
track", J added.

	"That’s great, guys!", Annabelle praised. "I wish I could have 
been there". That part was said in a I-feel-sorry-for-myself 
tone.

	"Trust me when I say you didn’t miss any excitement. The only 
funny thing that happened was when Nick started to tell a story about 
Drew. It caused a battle and the story never got finished. But we had a 
lot of fun", Vicky assured. Vicky was J’s new "friend". Neither one of 
them considered what they had a relationship. It didn’t matter, though. 
After you got over Vicky’s "butch", construction worker exterior, you 
could figure out they were a couple.

	"Nick never did finish that story", Dee said, turning to look 
at Nick.

	"What was it about? I know everything about Drew. I’m sure I 
can finish it". Her tone was serious but Annabelle’s smile gave off a 
mischievous glow.

	"Well, it was something about Drew’s behavior when their 
parents went away for a while. I think they...". Jeff’s hand clamped 
over Dee’s mouth.

	"Since when is it make fun of Drew day?", he asked.

	"Yeah", Drew agreed.

	"I don’t remember getting a memo. I could’ve come up with 
something to, ya know".

	"Wow, Jeff. You’re really funny". Drew rolled his eyes.

	Suddenly Annabelle started laughing.

	"I know that story!", she shrieked.

	"No, you don’t", Drew stated.

	"Yes, I do. That’s all about your parents...". Drew clamped his 
hand on Annabelle’s mouth.

	"Us women in this room get no respect", Vicky observed.

	"I haven’t tried to physically shut you up", J said to 
Vicky.

	"Alright, fine. I’m the only one who’s respected".

	"I respect Anna. I just don’t think you all need to hear this 
story". Drew moved his hand from Annabelle’s mouth. He put his lips to 
hers briefly. Then he pulled on his ears and wiggled his eyebrows. 
Annabelle did the same. It was their privacy agreement, minus the 
kiss.

	"What was that?", Dee asked.

	"Nothing you should be concerned about", Drew told Dee.

	"Yeah. It’s a best friend thing", Annabelle agreed. "So, Nick. 
You’ve been real quite since you got home. What’s up?". Nick looked at 
Annabelle. Confusion was written all over his face. He hadn’t been 
listening to the conversation. When he heard his name he snapped out of 
the momentary trance.

	"What?", Nick asked.

	"Okay, what’s the matter?".

	"Nothings the matter".

	"You’re a terrible liar, Nick. I’ve known you most of my life 
and I can tell when something is wrong".

	"Annie, nothing is wrong".

	"Don’t make me lock you into a room like I did the last time 
you acted this way".

	"I swear to God nothing is bothering me. I’m just a little bit 
tired and my day at the studio was hectic".

	"The others just got done telling me that their days were 
pretty uneventful".

	"I said my day was pretty hectic, not theirs".

	"Don’t you get an attitude with me, buddy".

	"Annabelle, you’re not a mother, yet, and you certainly will 
never be my mother". Nick stormed out of the room. Annabelle was 
shocked. She couldn’t remember a time when Nick hadn’t called her 
Annie. Nor could she remember a time he had raised his voice to her. 
Whatever was troubling him must have been bad for Nick to take it out 
on Annabelle. Especially since she was seven months pregnant.

	After a moment of silence, Vicky spoke up. "So, Annabelle. Have 
you come up with a name for the baby?". Annabelle momentarily forgot 
about her frustrations caused by Nick’s behavior and began talking with 
"the girls".


TO BE CONTINUED...