| �Can you picture a white Christmas? Great, cause I can�t. Though, we�re thinking of you on this holiday and wishing you the best. Love, The Littrell Family�. I signed the card and put it in the envelope. The 23rd and like me, I was sending everything out late. It was normal it almost seemed, since I married Brian, three years ago. I sighed and leaned back in my kitchen and hugged my belly. I was 8 months pregnant and more then ready to get this child out of me. I heard the kids fighting and groaned. I got up out of my chair and waddled into the living room. �Kids, shush. I know you both want to be number one, but someone has to be number two too.� �But according to Nelly, it�s always better to be number one.� �Thomas, you�re six, you don�t need to listen to Nelly. I�m going to talk to Uncle Nick about this.� I laughed and sat down on the couch, watching my kids play their video games. I heard the key turn into the lock and saw Brian and Nick walk in. �Hey honey. Hey Nick.� I slowly got up and went to give them a hug. �Girl, you�re about ready to bust,� Nick said. I slapped his arm and he cried out. �Go watch your nephews, oh and Nick, I�m going to talk to you about the music you listen to around my kids.� He groaned and went into the living room. �You okay Bri?� �Of course. Just tired. So, how are you?� �I�m fine. I was going to mail everything off right now.� �Aren�t you a little late?� �Since I married you, I�m always late.� I smiled and gave him a kiss. I wrapped up the last gift and smiled. It was the following day and it was so wonderful. Thomas and Joseph were behaving themselves. I looked out the window and saw the sun shinning brightly. Okay, so it wasn�t a white Christmas, but I was more then used to that. I got up from the bed and walked downstairs. I put the gift under the tree and turned to see my boys coming down the stairs. They yawned and flopped down on the couch. They flipped the TV on and started watching Christmas movies. �You guys hungry?� �Yup.� �Good.� I laughed and walked into the kitchen. I stopped and cringed, the baby really kicking. I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. �You okay mom?� Joseph asked. �I�m fine honey. Just the baby is kicking really hard.� I walked to the fridge and grabbed some juice and milk and the eggs. I made the boys their breakfast and called Brian down. He came down, tired and plopped down in the kitchen. I smiled at him and shook my head. �What is that for?� �Nothing honey.� I waddled over to him and gave him a kiss. �Good morning.� �Morning.� I stood up and stopped, sucking in another breath. �What�s wrong?� �This baby is really active today. It�s been kicking up a storm.� �And it�s hurting?� �Yeah.� �That�s not supposed to happen.� �It�s fine Brian. Can you call the kids?� I sat down on the couch later that night, getting comfty and watching the movies that were playing. All day long I was in pain, the baby moving or kicking, which, I wasn�t sure. I got up to go up stairs to see if I had something I could take. I cried out and glanced down. Thomas and Joseph looked over at me. �Oh my God. Go get your father,� I cried out. Thomas raced upstairs and Joseph raced over to me. I smiled, knowing he wouldn�t be a big help, but he was trying. �What�s wrong?� Brian asked. �My water just broke Brian.� He lost all color to his face and yet smiled. �Are you going into labor?� �I believe so.� �Oh my God.� �Thomas, call your uncles, tell them to met us at the hospital. Brian, go upstairs�.ahhhh,� I finished off with a scream. �Mommy?� �I�m fine Thomas. Just go grab your jackets. Mommy�s fine. This is what happened with you guys.� They gave me a funny look and got their jackets. 10 minutes later, we were on our way to the hospital. They got me into the labor and delivery room and Brian was right there. �Everything is going to be fine honey.� �Shut up Brian.� He cringed but nodded his head. I screamed out as the baby was already pushing to come out. �Okay Mrs. Littrell just a couple pushes and this baby is on it�s way out,� the doctor announced. I fell back against the pillow and cringed. I pushed and waited till the doctor said to stop. �Everything is going fine.� �Brian, shut the fuck up. You�re the one who got me in this damn mess. I swear, you are never going to touch me again.� The doctor laughed and yet he told me to push again. I screamed and held on for life to Brian�s hand. His scream mixed with mine. I fell back and waited yet again. �When I say, you�re going to give me two final pushes and then you�ll be done.� �I can show you a fuckin� push�ahhhhh,� I yelled out. I pushed and heard them saying they could see the head. I cried, knowing that I had one push left. I looked over at Brian and he smiled. �I�ll gladly switch places with you Brian.� �I�m sorry baby, I know this isn�t easy.� �Fuckin� right it�s not. No more kids,� I said, breathing out each word. The doctor told me to give one more hard push and I did, hearing the baby�s cries coming out. I laughed and fell back, tired and yet excited. The nurse and doctor cleaned me and the baby up and wrapped it up. The nurse handed her to me and I started crying. I glanced up at Brian and smiled. I told the nurse that my other family had to come. Next came my kids who were in awe at the precious being I was holding. I glanced up at the fellows, all holding their women. I looked back up at Brian. �What are we going to call her?� �Angel?� �Angel what?� �Angel Maria?� �Perfect. I love you Brian. I�m sorry for what I was saying earlier.� �I love you too. And you�re forgiven. I understand this was not an easy task.� I smiled and looked down at my baby girl. She looked up at me, her eyes a wonderful blue. She sucked her hand and I couldn�t help but stare. The whole crowd just looked at her. I glanced at the time and smiled. �Merry Christmas everyone.� They laughed and stated this was a wonderful Christmas gift. I listened to the song playing and smiled. The radio was playing �Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire�. |
| "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire" By: Resa Dorough |
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