One Thousand Miles

Chapter  |  Parenthood

Part  |  One

Several months had passed since the night John told me about Lauren. Maybe I shouldn't had forgiven him so easily, but when I looked into my husband's eyes that night I just got this feeling that it would be best to forgive him for his mistakes because I knew he'd get better. It wasn't okay that he did those things to Lauren, but it most definitely was okay for him to cry and to let all of his tears and anger out that night.

Over the months we spent a lot of times with his family, but mainly his parents and not once did I see Lauren or Chuck. John's family was very supportive and was kind enough to give us some parenting tips since we were both clueless as to how to take care of a baby. I mean I did have some practice when Katie was born when I was only fourteen. Apparently that wasn't enough practice since new born babies couldn't play with toy cars.

"These are the only toys you had bought for your son! Jesus you two are going to need all of the help you can get," Ruth says as she places the back of her hand against her forehead. She shakes her head before continuing to rummage through the toy bin.

I blush and place my hand on my bump. At the time I was five months pregnant and we had just recently found out the sex of the baby. I was ecstatic to hear that it was a boy and so was John, but I knew he would have loved a baby girl who he could call princess.

"Plus the color of this room is way too angry for a baby. I can already tell my son chose to paint my grandson's rom red," Alexandria said as she looked up at the bare red walls. "I should get some guys to come re-paint the room for you two."

I open my mouth to speak, but before I could John enters the room holding a book. "Yeah maybe painting the room red wasn't such a very good idea," he says as he wraps an arm around me and continues to read the book in his other hand.

I look up at him and raise my eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

He sighs and looks down with this embarrassed look on his face. "Because that what it says here in this book. God, I'm such an idiot. Maybe we weren't ready to become parents."

I continue to look up at him and shake my head. John was completely wrong. I was sure that we were both ready to become parents especially after being together for almost eight years and four out of those eight years we've been married. Yeah we had our issues and John was or used to be abusive, but since we found out I was pregnant things have changed.

I smile a little and stand on my toes to plant a kiss on his lips. He looks shocked at first, but soon he relaxes and kisses me back. Once we pull away I continue to stare up into his eyes. "John, we're ready for this, don't worry."

He looks down at me for a minute before finally he smiles.

Three months later we were both definitely ready to become parents. We bought the baby new toys that wouldn't be a choking hazard at his age and painted his room blue with painted on white clouds. John's mother was the one who gave us the idea to paint it that way.

These past few weeks I have always found myself standing in the middle of his room. Like now for example.

It was past ten and I was ready to go to bed, but I couldn't sleep without looking at his room first. It brought tears to my eyes to know that a human being that my and husband and me created would be sleeping in this room any day now. I remember when our doctor told us that. I burst into tears and cried into John's chest until we made it to the car.

I sighed before slowly walking over to the blue and white bassinet in the corner of the room. I place my hand inside of it and run it over the soft blanket resting inside of it. I smiled and continue to run my hand over it.

"So this where you ran off to? Baby you have got to stop doing that, especially at a time like this. Your water could break at any moment and I would hate if I wasn't around to---"

"John calm down I'm okay," I say as I look over at him with a smile on my face. I turn back around and continue to stare down into the bassinet with so much happiness and joy in my eyes.

I feel an arm wrap around my waist and a head resting on top of mine just a few seconds later. John places a soft kiss on top of my head before replacing his lips with his head again. We continue to stand there for about ten minutes before finally heading back into our bedroom. John got in on his side of the bed while I waddled over to my side.

I groaned just as I pulled the blankets back. "I'm like really fat. I mean you see how I walk right?"

He chuckles and looks over at me with a huge grin on his face. "You're not fat baby and neither is our little boy.  You're just pregnant."

I roll my eyes and climb in the bed next to him. "Pregnant my ass."

He chuckles once again and liess down on his side just as I do the same. He moves closer to me so his chest is resting against my back and wraps and arm around my pregnant belly. "Good night my love."

"Goodnight."

I remember when I started my period for the first time at the end of fifth grade. The first few hours it didn't hurt, but after a while it felt like someone was stabbing me to death. I have always hated my cycle and I'm sure every other girl out there does too, which it why I was so glad that I got pregnant so I wouldn't have to deal with the pain. But now that I couldn't have it, I didn't know why I was feeling so much pain.

I wince and place my hand on my stomach before my hand on top of John's and removing it from around me. I sat up quickly and turned on the lamp before I moved the blankets away from me and gasped. My eyes widened at the sight of the wet sheets underneath me and in that moment I realized what was happening.

The baby was coming.

I reached over at frantically tapped John. He groaned and rolled over onto his back before slowly sitting up. He looked over at me and frowned. "Yes Steph?" he asked in a deep tired voice.

I yelped when I felt the same pain from minutes ago and placed both of my hands on my stomach. I looked back at John and noticed how alert he now looked. I nodded in the direction of the wet sheet and noticed the way his expression changed when he saw it.

"Oh God, the baby is coming," he said as he quickly got out of the bed. He quickly pulled his shorts off and found a pair of jeans hanging up in the closet before slipping them on. I watched as he slid his shirt on and came over towards me. He crouched down next to and placed a hand on my shoulder and another on my hand resting on my stomach. "How are you feeling?"

I groaned and shut my eyes tight. "In pain."

"Okay, stupid question. Let me just get the baby bag and we'll head to the hospital okay?" he asks as he moves my hair out of my sweaty face. I nod my head and watch as he gets us and searches around for the baby bag that held a pair of extra clothes, blankets and other stuff. "Shit, shit, shit where the hell did I put that thing? Fuck."

I moaned in pain and winced. "Look underneath the bed."

John looked up at me for a moment before quickly coming over to the bed and reaching underneath it for the blue and white duffle bag with one teddy bear on each side. John pulled the strap over his head and onto his shoulder before reaching his hand out for me and helping me up.

"God this hurt," I mumble once I can finally stand. I reach my foot underneath the bed and push out a pair of pink fuzzy slippers before slipping them on. "I'm ready."

John smiles and looks over at me. "Then let's go have a baby."

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WHO WANTS TO GUESS THE BABY'S NAME? I ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT IM NOT TELLING! xD

HAS AN 'A' IN IT (That doesn't mean it starts with the letter A) AND IT DOESN'T HAVE THE LETTER 'L' IN IT!