Page 6 of Stage Dive: Short Stories & Novellas
“Are you serious?”
I nodded.“I mean…if you still want to?”
The slow smile spreading across her face was even more beautiful than the one before.Holy shit the woman levelled me.Truth be told, I’d give her all the babies she wanted.The thought of her carrying our child, of being parents…it was scary, but exciting.
“When do you want to start trying?”she asked, eyes glossy.
“Whenever you’re ready is good with me.”
“Wow.”She wiped away a tear.Jesus I hated it when she cried.Though I guess these were happy tears, so not as bad.Her cheeks were still pink, her mouth swollen from kissing.The most beautiful girl in the world.“Pretty cool anniversary present.”
I frowned.“Huh?Fuck no.Got you diamonds at home.”
She laughed.“Of course you do.My rock star.”
“World famous, incredibly important, rich, and handsome, rock star,” I corrected.“You know, I was checking last night and my Instagram account has way more followers than Davie.He must be so bitter about it.Bet it’s just killing him inside, poor sap.”
“Oh really?”
“Well, five more followers.”
“Holy cow, yeah, you’re burying him.”
“Right?Though Jimmy unfollowed me again, the prick.He thinks it’s funny or something.”
She laughed, winding her arms around my neck.I pulled her in tight, sitting my cheek atop her head.We fit just right.We always have.
“Mine,” she said.
And I could only agree.
MAL + ANNE + 1
A Stage Dive Short Story
“Pumpkin?Anne?You all right?”
I groaned, rubbing my lower back and various other parts of my body because oh my God.Four in the morning was such an awesome time for the baby to go to town kicking my bladder and various other internal organs.Sleep all day, party all night.It was fun to be a rock star’s progeny.
“Time to pee,” I mumbled.“Again.”
He clicked on the bedside light, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.Tussled blond locks stood out in every which direction.Damn the man for making bed hair look good.“Anything I can I do?”
“No.Go back to sleep, Mal.”
“Okay.”
Killer, our Boston Terrier, stirred in his little doggy bed and gave me a disinterested look.Snacks and treats weren’t given at this hour, so there was no point in getting up.He cuddled with his latest chewed-up Converse (another one of Mal’s) and went back to sleep.Life was simple when you were a pupper.Especially a spoiled one like him.
I waddled toward the bathroom.Pregnancy was such utter bullshit.Don’t get me wrong, the first six or so months weren’t too bad once the morning sickness stopped.But then you just get bigger and bigger and bigger.They called it a baby bump.Damn liars.More like a baby blimp.No position, sleeping- or sexwise, was comfortable.A pity because I enjoy both resting and banging my husband.I can’t even remember the last time I saw my toes or put socks on without contorting myself in some weird manner.Lower back pain was my new friend, and maternity yoga pants and oversize T-shirts were about the only things that fit me anymore.I don’t care if people had been doing this since the dawn of time.All that mattered was that for me, right here and right now, pregnancy sucked.Thirty-nine weeks in and I just wanted my baby already.Now.
And then it happened.A stream of water shot out from between my legs, arcing up gracefully before descending and splashing all over the polished wooden floor, like I’d turned into a fountain or something.For a moment, I just stared, bewildered.
“Um, Mal?”
A sleepy grunt from over on the bed.
“I think my waters just broke.”
