I hate pregnancy. It's been 6 months since I told Michael and I never had the guts to tell him I didnt want to keep it so here we are. Michael insisted on keeping the gender a secret so that we could do a big dumb gender reveal party. I hate that man!
My cravings have been terrible lately but Michael is strict about everything that I do and eat. He is currently on the phone in the other room so I'm going to use that to my advantage and eat whatever I want! But what do I want?
On one hand I want to inhale an entire quart of the raspberry dark chocolate ice cream that is in the freezer. But on the other hand I want to make fried pickles... I'll just stick to a bag of potato chips.
Right as I open the pantry, standing on my toes to reach the big bag of chips that Michael hid on the top shelf I feel strong arms pull me back down again... WITHOUT MY DAMN CHIPS!
"Kitten, what do you think you're doing? Didn't I tell you no junk food?"
He turns me around to face him, holding tightly onto my shoulders and staring at me with his icy blue stare. If it weren't for my overflow of hormones I would totally be mad at him.... but it's kinda hard to be mad when I'm so damn turned on!
I bite my bottom lip, catching his attention as I feel my core heat up. Omigod. Why is this happening? What is this baby doing to me?!
Michael pulls me closer, whispering huskily whispering into my ear, making me shiver.
"Fuck kitten... if you dont watch yourself I'll tear that pretty white dress off of your body and take you right here."
I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my lips, making Michael crash his lips into mine hungrily.
I kissed him until I was out of breath. I took softly shallow breaths as I pulled away from the kiss, the feeling of his lips still lingering on mine.
"Come along kitten. The guests are waiting outside."
He places one of his large hands on the small of my back, guiding me to the large backyard that is full of people dressed in a variety of pinks and blues, all trying to guess the gender of the tiny human that is growing inside of me.
Michael leads me to a large white box with a big satin bow on top. This is the box that will tell me the gender of my sweet baby. I've seen these online. You lift the lid and pink or blue balloons will float out, telling me the baby's gender.
I take a deep breath as Michael and I walk to opposite sides of the box. He nods toward me, making sure I'm ready for this. As soon as I nod back he counts loudly back from 3.
"THREE!"
Oh god...
"TWO!"
Here comes the rest of my life...
"ONE!"
As he yells one we lift the lid, letting the balloons fly out. I'm engulfed in pink balloons. WAIT. Those aren't pink they're blue! Omigod. There are pink and blue balloons...
I feel Michael engulf me in a hug as I stand frozen in place. His gruff voice whispers in my ear as he holds me close.
"Kitten... we're having twins."