"I've come to a conclusion on exactly why Camille is pregnant eighty percent of the time!" Joey Fatone stood up amongst a group of his peers in the backyard of his friend's home with a glass of vodka in hand. They all had gathered for men's night in hopes of clearing their minds and being rid of their women. "Now, if you really think about this the answer is crystal clear."
“What’s
your brilliant deduction, Joseph?” Lance Bass asked, sitting between the man
of the house and his partner in crime, Cornell “Nelly” Haynes.
“There’s
an six week waiting period before you’re allowed to have sex with your
woman after she’s given birth, right? Now tack that on to the nine months of
Justin not getting any. The second that those extra six weeks are over
he’s jumping her from all angles like a dog in heat!”
“That
is not true at all!” Justin laughed loudly with his friends, pointing at Joey
with his index finger while holding a bottle of beer with his other fingers.
“I don’t wait for shit. Pregnant sex is some of the best ass I’ve ever
gotten in my life!”
“Oh,
no!” Lance scrunched up his face at the prospect of mating with a woman while
a bun was in the oven. “That isn’t right at all, man.”
“Those
of you that don’t agree with pregnant sex raise your hand.” Justin
challenged and observed that the only hands to go up were those that belonged to
the men whom had never experienced it. “I rest my case. Lance and Chris,
you’ve been outnumbered.”
“See,
now, what I want to know is how JC would even know what its like to sleep with a
pregnant woman when he’s not a father?” Chris jumped to his feet with
gumption causing the other men to nod their heads in agreement that they wanted
an answer to his question as well.
“Hey,
that’s my business.” JC sipped from the mouth of his bottle before asking,
“Can you keep a secret?”
“Yeah,
man.” Joey took a seat next to him ready to be engulfed with new information.
“Good,
so can I.”
Camille
rolled her eyes as she stepped out onto the patio with a bowl of chips in one
hand, a plate of finger sandwiches in the other, and a swollen belly full of
baby. “What happened to the days when women sat around and gossiped? You guys
are always over here telling each other’s business like a bunch of school
girls.”
“Catholic
school girls,” Chris added with a smirk as Justin set down his beer bottle,
jumped up to his feet, and relieved his wife of the products that she was
carrying.
“Baby,
I told you that you don’t have to wait on us. I just want you to relax, ok?”
He handed off the chips and sandwiches to his friends and immediately went about
babying her.
“See,
there’s no question as to why the woman is pregnant all the time. He can’t
even keep his hands off of her now!” Joey exclaimed, pointing out to everyone
his friend planting light kisses on his wife’s lips and rubbing his hand over
her bulging belly.
“I
can’t say that I blame him.” JC growled causing the other men to bust out
into laughter at his forwardness.
“Watch
out now,” Justin warned protectively. “I’ve had about enough of ya’ll
making your snide remarks about my wife. We all agree that she’s fine but
she’s off limits.”
“I
don’t know, man.” Lance shrugged his shoulders and gave Camille the once
over, “I’m thinking about trying out that pregnancy sex.”
“Oh,
good grief! I’m leaving now!” The stunned young woman’s mouth hung
slightly agape as she headed back into the house with her husband shaking his
head at his friends and following her inside.
“I
thought you were taking a nap, baby?” Justin closed the sliding glass door
behind them and traveled with her to the kitchen pantry.
“I
was but I couldn’t sleep.”
“Are
we being too loud? We can move everything to Joey’s if you need.”
“No,”
Camille shook her head. “I just couldn’t get comfortable is all it is.
Erykah’s doing somersaults in there. Could you get that for me?”
Justin
nodded and reached up high on the top shelf to hand his wife a bag of chocolate
chip cookies from Mrs. Field’s. “Warm baths calmed Nikki and Grant down. You
want me to run some water for you upstairs?”
“I
can do it,” she pried open the bag with a smirk and reached in for a cookie.
“Go back outside and entertain your guests.”
“What
guests? Those chumps live here!”
“I’d
have to agree with you on that,” Camille smirked and stood up on her toes to
deliver her husband a kiss. “I’m going upstairs now, okay?”
“Alright,”
he kissed her again before allowing her to back away, “I’ll be up to check
on you in ten minutes.”
Justin
stood patiently in the kitchen, watching her make her way down the hall and up
to the second floor, before returning outdoors. He didn’t like her running up
and down the stairs and straining herself when she was pregnant. He’d prefer
her to just stay in one spot where he could take care of her but she was too
strong-willed for that.
“Where’d
mama go? Did we run her off?” JC asked as Justin reclaimed his seat next to
Lance.
“She
went back upstairs to try to relax.” He replied. “I don’t remember her
being in so much pain with Nikki or Grant. We’re running back and forth to the
doctor all of the time to get her medication to relieve it.”
“Hmm,”
Joey drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair, “have you gotten any
scans taken?”
“Yeah,
they haven’t found anything so I guess Erykah is fine and they’re saying
Camille is perfectly healthy.”
“She
is throwing up a lot, though, isn’t she?”
Justin
nodded his head again, eyebrows furrowing, “I’ll be right back. I’m going
to check on her.”
Camille
closed her eyes tightly, holding her stomach, as the wave of excruciating pain
ricocheted all throughout her body nearly blinding her. Unsteadily she held
herself up by bracing a shaky hand on the bathroom counter fearful that she may
take a tumble. Her head was spinning and her breathing was becoming erratic just
as a light knock was heard at the bathroom door.
“Oh,
God!” she moaned out painfully, unable to move from her current position.
“Baby?”
Justin’s voice asked through the door. “Baby, are you okay? What’s going
on?”
“Justin,”
Camille whimpered hopelessly, “I need you to come in here right now!”
The
door handle jiggled a few times before his voice came again, “Sweetie, you
have to open the door for me.”
“I
can’t,”
“Cam,”
“Justin, I can’t get to the door. I’m so serious.” Tears began to pour from her closed eyes just as a steady stream of liquid started trailing down her leg. “Shit! My water just broke!”