Well then, let’s change it. If she’s a girl, which she will be, you owe me a week straight of foot massages when I get home from work. I’m your goober.
[smiles and hugs Jude a little closer to his chest as he starts to drift off with the bottle in his mouth] That’s not possible.
Fine, sounds good to me. It’s not like I don’t massage your feet after you get home from work anyways. And if I win, then you have to cook me dinner for a week for once. Yes, yes you are my goober.
Oh it’s definitely possible. I’ll be right back, beautiful. [walks down the hall to go check on Maggie and the twins]
Well it’s not like I exactly condone placing bets on our children. I thought ten bucks was a good enough compromise.
I know for a fact that I am not wrong. [smiles up at him and leans up to kiss his lips] Love you.
Well you didn’t have to bet more money. You could’ve bet a date night out, or dinner at home, anything. But you chose ten dollars. You’re such a goober.
I know for a fact you are. [kisses him back gently, rubbing Jude’s fuzzy head] Love you most.
Yeah well, when Lucy comes out with a vagina you’ll owe me ten bucks.
Nope. You will always win.
Out of the millions of dollars we have, you only want ten? Shame. I could think of much better bets than that.
That’s not true, baby. You’re wrong. [returns from the kitchen and hands him Jude’s bottle, kissing both their heads] My boys.
You mean our little girl. I don’t know how many times I have to keep telling you that it’s a girl.
You’re the best husband in the world. And the best dad ever.
Mmmhm. Sure it is. I’m telling you it’s another boy. When Max comes out with a penis, you’ll be sorry.
Hm, nope. Sorry. That award most definitely went to you.
Yeah, I know she’s been sleeping kind of rough lately. I hope Jude didn’t wake her up.
Um, yeah sure. I’m afraid if I get off the couch it’ll just wake him up more. Thank you.
That’s because our little man won’t stop rolling around inside her. Honestly. He needs to be sedated.
Of course I can sweetheart. Give me one minute.
Well I’m awake now… Might as well get him back to sleep. Thank you though. I appreciate it baby.
Well I’m awake too. I better go check on Maggie and the twins.
Do you want me to get his bottle since I’m already up?
Please go to sleep sweetheart… please… Papa is so sleepy…
He was probably having another bad dream. It’s alright, go back to sleep. Daddy will feed him.
\Yeah I know… my throat still hurts. I can’t really raise my voice above normal talking level. So if I need to yell for any reason I’m screwed. [sighs and takes Blake’s hand, tracing over his wedding band with his fingertips] Okay. That sounds… well, not fun at all, but helpful. I think I’m… my mind is trying to black it all out and pretend that it never happened. And I know that’s not healthy at all, and that’s part of the reason I think I’m so stressed… You know it always takes arguing with Maggie„ that girl is as stubborn as a mule. [smirks] No, I mean our little girl. It’s a girl, Blake, I know it. This is my DNA we’re talking about, and I just have a feeling. I mean she’s already putting up a bitch fit inside Maggie and she’s still just a speck.
Which is why I don’t want you stressing yourself out, because then things won’t heal properly, and if you can yell for our babies at the top of your lungs when they’re running through the grocery store, we’re going to have a serious problem. [takes Jake’s hand and squeezes them gently, pulling him in for a quick kiss] I don’t care if it’s not fun, we’re doing it. Because you pushing out what happened, no, it isn’t healthy. Repression is going to make things worse. Mmhm. But she’ll be moving in tomorrow with the kids, which I’m sure Jude will be thrilled since he’s toddling across the floor like a maniac as of late. [rolls his eyes a bit, shifting Jude more comfortably in his arms as he finishes his bottle] It’s going to be a boy, just you wait and see. [squeezes Jake’s hand again, and gives him a serious look] I love you, Jake.
I know I know I’m just giving myself a panic attack again and it’s not healthy. I’m sorry. I know everything will be fine but you know how I over react. Especially now. Maybe I should take yoga…. But moving Maggie and the kids in here with us sounds like a great idea. I mean we have plenty of room. And that way we can keep an eye on both her and our little girl.
Just calm down, okay? The last thing you need to do is stress yourself out and agitate your injuries again. So you should take some yoga classes, and I want us to start seeing a therapist again. She’ll come and talk to us together as a couple, but I’m not budging on this either. You were traumatized beyond belief, Jake. I still haven’t even regained full lung capacity yet. So we need to relax you somehow. I’m glad you agree, I already called her and said we’d pay her another ten grand just to move in here for awhile. It took almost an hour of arguing, but she conceded. You mean our little man. It’s going to be a boy.
Ugh. I’m just… this is all just… ugh. Isabelle wants me to finish the patterns for six entirely different pairs of pants before Tuesday. That gives me three days, Blake. And on top of that I’m still having trouble sleeping and Maggie is still getting really bad morning sickness and I’m just… I’m so stressed out. Completely. Just. All the time.
Baby, try and take a deep breath, okay? If you can’t, I’m going to insist you start going to daily yoga classes. Don’t worry about Maggie. I’m thinking about moving her and the kids into our flat until she starts feeling better, that way we can treat her here and keep her comfortable. And if work is stressing you out, just try and distribute some of the work, or show me what to do. Breathe, Jake. I promise it’s going to be okay.