Sixteen

Mir's gotten pretty big now. She shows now and we're at the start of the fourth month. I'm getting more and more excited each day I wake up to Mir and her pregnant belly is pressed against my bare torso. I refused to tell her about her father trying to kill me in the woods a couple weeks ago since I didn't want to worry her. Today though was an off day on the tour and the midwife ultrosound and check up. I had the guys stay off the bus while we took care of family business.
"Alo (Hello) Mirela. How has your morning been," the midwife asked. I guess the midwife learned some Romanian when she found out Mir was from Romania, even though I told her when I hired her that Mir spoke perfect English until stressed or freaked out.
"It's been good. I've been craving pickles and penut butter all morning," she was having a normal pregnancy, I thought she'd have craving for more wierd stuff like I don't even know.
"Well after I run my tests and do the ultrasound, you can have whatever you want," Mir pulled up my shirt that was once loose on her but now clung to her. It was so unreal seeing my high school sweetheart pregnant now. She looked even more beautiful than ever.
"Alright let's take a look at our little baby," she put a gel on the ultrasound and tool and ran it over Mir;s belly.
"It's so cold," she whined.
"There's a head here. And here's a litttle hand. Here's a litt foot," the midwife avoided checking the baby for what gender our little bundle was going to be since we wanted to be surprised, "So what names do you two have in mind for the baby?"
"I was thinking Cosmina Elizabeta if the baby is a girl," Mir answered first.
"If it's a boy I decided on Jack Bassam. I'm named after my dad so I wanted to follow suit with my son," I answered. Before we got married, Mir and I had picked out baby names.

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That night, I slept close to the window and Mir slept on the aisle side of the bunk. I felt her tossing and turning. I was just about to fall asleep when she got up and went into the back lounge. I got up and followed her. I opened the door to find her crying.
"Hey what's wrong sweetheart," I asked as I took a seat next to her.
"I had a nightmare," she sobbed like a toddler.
"It's alright. I'm here," I cooed as I wrapped my arms around her.
"I was forced to watch you be tortured again. This time it was my dad. Then I watched as he took our baby from me and he killed it in front of both of us. Then he grabbed a silver dagger and stabbed you over and over again in the heart. Then he drove the dagger into my heart. Then I woke up," she cried.
"We'll be alright. I promise to protect you Mirela. I vowed to keep you safe. I'm not going to lose my family. I'm never going to lose my family," I stared into her sad blue eyes, wiping her tears away.

Mir and I got ourselves dressed. Mir slipped into a grey tank top, dark blue skinny jeans, her grey flats, and a grey pull over cardigan. She had to let go off being able to not only see her feet, but also a lot of her old clothes since her belly got too big. Even my shirts didn't fit her.
"I miss my toes," she playfully whined.
"You'll see them again in about four months," I told her as I wrapped my arms around her, placing my hands on her baby bump.
"Our little tyke likes daddy's touch," she and I felt a kick. We've been feeling them ofr the last couple weeks. I love this feeling of waiting to be a dad. I felt so ready for this new life. I knew that my party days would become few and that I had to be there for my little one, but I wouldn't miss any of the firsts for my baby.
"And his mad guitar skills," I added in.

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Before long, it was time for the US tour to end and the Europe tour to start. The midwife came along with us and Mir was a happy six months along. She had to have the car seat reclined now so she wasn't bent over the baby. Today she was wearing a grey hoodie, grey tank, grey skinny jeans, and her trusty grey flats. She was so lovely. She was always glowing and radient. I was the luckest guy on earth right now, my true love was in love with me and was getting closer and closer to her due date. Her due date is during the two week break between our Euro tour and the Spring Fever tour.
"I'm going to stay home for the first half of the tour," she said to break the silence on the plane ride.
"Are you sure you want to stay home," I asked her.
"Yeah. I want to be able to recover at home and get used to being home more. When our baby is at teh schooling age, I'd stay home while you toured. That way the baby can be a normal kid like we were," she was already sounding like a mom. I loved her channeling her new side. It was so compassionate and warm and loving.
"If that is what you want, we'll have to make sure you have a good webcam so I can see you everynight," I told her as I rubbed her belly.

Notes

All of these pregnancy chapters are pure fluff. I'm getting antsy right now. I'm going to do one more chpater of pregnancy. The baby will be coming next chapter. I'm really excited right now. Thank you readers/commenters/subers. I love you guys.

Love,
ToxicxDancefloor

Mir's maternity 1: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=71862243
Mir's Maternity 2: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=71863478