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I’d lost nineteen pounds since I’d gotten pregnant.
“Did the baby accidentally show you his junk?” Banner teased.
“Actually,” I admitted, “no. I have one more ultrasound in the package that you got for me today at four. The last one they’ll do before Christmas day. I still can’t believe they’re open.”
Then again, with the popularity of this place, I was sure that some people would come in on Christmas day if they were allowed.
Banner chuckled. “Your lucky day, I guess.” He paused, wincing slightly. “I have to go. There’s something going on up ahead. Will you send me lots of pictures?”
I snorted. “Don’t I always?”
I did, too. Every single photo that might or might not appeal to him, I sent. Along with about a half a million memes. I was sure he had to scroll through about half a million messages at a time to get to where he’d left off last.
He sent me an air kiss before saying, “I love you, Perry.”
There was that ooey gooey again. “I love you, too.”
Then the line went dead.
But not before I heard what sounded like…cows?
Not even two seconds later, my mom was knocking at my door.
My mom and dad had come down a few days ago and were planning on staying for the next month until I had the baby.
It was decided by Banner and my dad that, since Banner couldn’t be here in the event that I needed him, my dad would be.
More, I knew that Banner couldn’t stand the fact that he wasn’t there to protect me in case I needed protecting. My dad, however, was a good enough substitute.
Which was why I had my dad and my mom in my cramped two-bedroom house.
“You want to go to Walmart with me, baby?” my mother asked.
No, what I would like to do was have my husband home. What was going to happen was my husband would still be on deployment for freakin’ Christmas, and I’d be stuck pregnant, alone, and…
“Baby?” she snapped my mind out of the continuous loop of sadness.
I just wanted him home. Was that too much to ask?
“Yes,” I croaked, clearing my throat right after. “I will.”
My mom’s hand caught mine, and I had to swallow the tears down in order to offer her a smile.
“It’s okay to be sad,” she said quietly.
I swallowed and tried for a smile. It definitely didn’t reach my eyes.
“Come on,” she urged. “Your dad went to get your car detailed, and the car seat installed at a fire station in town. I think we could go get our toes done, too, if we hurry.”
I looked at my watch and frowned. “It’s only eight in the morning. Where is he getting it detailed at?”
She shrugged and said, “I stopped questioning your father after our second year of marriage. We’re much happier that way.”
I snorted.
My parents were so in love with each other, it wasn’t even funny.
But if that’s what they wanted to think…
