Four weeks later, I was gaining weight like a cow and sporting a diamond ring on my left ringer finger. I was still two weeks away from the next appointment with Doctor Follet, and I was as nervous as ever. Next time I would be seeing the doctor, I would be able to see the baby and hear its heartbeat; it’s safe to say, I was ready yet nervous as hell for it. Wouldn’t any first time mother be?

Pregnancy symptoms are a bitch, believe me; puking, headaches, weight gain, sore breasts, fatigue - you name it, I’m pretty sure it’s a pregnancy symptom. I thank the good Lord for Jimmy, without him; I’d probably stay curled up in a ball all day, every day. It’s a pain in the ass, but, the fact that there’s another human life inside of you just makes you wanna scream with excitement, and fear.

There’s not a day that goes by that the thought of me not being a fit mother runs across my mind. Of course, I’m scared, of course I’m freaking the fuck out, of course I was scared I wouldn’t be able to take care of this baby, and out of all the shit I had been through ever since I met Jimmy, this scared me the most. This baby is mine and that meant no one could take that away from me; all my life, people had been taking things away from me, this baby was the one thing they couldn’t take away, and that, quite frankly, did scare me - I was so used to people taking things away.


I was sitting in the living room, Happy Feet was my background noise, I wasn’t even paying attention to the movie, all I knew was that the penguins were dancing. My hands rested on my swelling belly, I was ready to hear the heartbeat. Shit, just the thought of it made me excited.

I heard the front door open which meant Jimmy was home from the studio. I smiled to myself; he had been working his ass off with this new album with the guys; everyone else was surprised that Jimmy was going to be the first dad out of the guys.

“Evan?” Jimmy called; I heard his heavy footfalls on the hardwood floor.

“Yes?” I answered; I didn’t really want to get up, I had pretty much lain in bed or sat in the living room, I enjoyed being lazy.

“Matt’s coming over, is that alright?” Jimmy asked he was nearing the living room. The next second, his head was in the doorframe, he had a grin plastered to his face.

“You know its fine, now come here and help me up,” I smiled, reaching out for Jimmy. He came over and pulled me up out of the chair. I stood up and leaned back against his chest; my hands went to my belly, and Jimmy’s hands covered mine. I smiled and turned around, grabbing Jimmy’s hands, he had a shit eating grin on his face, which in return made me grin back. I stood up on my tip-toes and pecked him on the lips.

“When is Matt coming over?” I asked, pulling away from Jimmy.

Jimmy shrugged, “Can’t say I really know, but I guess he’ll bring Val over for dinner and all that good shit.” He told me as I nodded and walked off into the kitchen. I had no idea what I was going to cook for Matt and Val tonight. “Evan, you know we can always order pizza?” Jimmy asked, leaning against the bar.

“Blah, I’d rather cook.” I answered, well it was true. Even though I had never been the greatest cook in the world, I still enjoyed it.

“So? You’re supposed to be resting. Your pregnant remember?” He said, putting an emphasis on the word resting.

“No shit Jimmy, but if it’ll make you happy then fine, we can order pizza.” I answered, rolling my eyes when Jimmy wasn’t looking. I sighed and propped my head on my hand, the other was rubbing my belly. Jimmy looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

I shook my head, “Ah nothing, just thinking.” I mumbled. Well it was the truth, ever since I had found out I was pregnant, that’s all I did. Think, think, think. And hell, thinking wasn’t so bad.