The Good Life

Izzy

Being nine months pregnant was literally killing me. My feet looked like sausages because they were so swollen. My lower back felt like someone had stuck a knife in it. My stomach felt worse of all! I had contractions more often because of how close my due date was. Plus this demon baby inside of me would kick every time I did anything that he didn't like, or if he heard Papa, Nana, or Daddy's voice.

I was lying down in my bed trying to take a nap. My tutor, Papa hired, had just left for our last lesson for a few months. I wasn't going to do any more school work until after the baby was born and I was healed. I was only going to graduate a month or two after my friends.

There was a knock on my door and I yelled for whoever it was to come in. Papa opened my door and came to sit on my bed next to me.

"Hey how are you feeling?" He asked.

"Nine months pregnant." I huffed and he chuckled.

"You should be happy you only have to endure this a few more days."

"I am, but it feels like these last few days have been torture."

"I'm sure it'll be worth it when you finally get to hold him."

"I don't know. Right now he's my least favorite person in the world because of all the pain he's been putting me through."

"He's just trying to get comfortable." Papa chuckled as he rubbed my stomach. The baby kicked right where his hand was and I groaned.

"Why can't he just come out today?" I cried.

"He's not ready yet. Maybe he's waiting for you to give him a name before he comes." He joked and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know any good names and those baby books haven't been helping." I complained.

"Just think of a name that you really like."

"I've tried, but nothing good comes to mind. Maybe Nana can help me?" I suggested.

"Yeah I'm sure she'd be happy to. Her, May, and I are about to go out for lunch so she can help you when we get back."

"Okay."

"Are you hungry? Do you need anything?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm kind of hungry. Is Daddy staying here?"

"Yeah he's right downstairs watching TV. I can ask him to make you something."

"Yes please."

"What are you hungry for?"

"Can you ask him to bring me the biggest bowl of pickles and mustard he can find?" I asked and he grimaced.

"Oh god I can't wait for your cravings to go away. I can't stand to see you eat weird combinations of food." He told me and I giggled.

"Don't knock it 'til you try it." I shrugged.

"I tried the pickles on the ice cream and nearly threw up so I don't want to try anything new."

"Jack, are you ready?" Nana asked Papa as she walked in.

"Yeah I just need to ask Alex to make Izzy something really quick." He said to her. "I'll see you when you get back." He told me.

"Okay. Bye." I said.

Nana sat down next to me and began rubbing my stomach. For once the baby wasn't kicking like crazy when someone touched my stomach. I could actually lay back and enjoy how good it felt.

"I bet he's going to be so gorgeous." She smiled down at my stomach.

"As long as he doesn't get my large eyes then he will be." I said and she shook her head at me.

"He'll be beautiful no matter what. Have you thought of a name for him?"

"No. I actually wanted you to help me with that. I can't think of anything."

"Yeah picking the perfect name was one of the hardest parts for Bassam and me." She smiled thinking of my Grandpa. "He picked May's name mostly because that was his mother's name and I chose Jack's name. I don't know why I liked it so much, but it just seemed to fit him in my stomach. You can choose something meaningful or just any name that you feel is right for him."

"Yeah I'll keep that in mind." I told her.

"Good, and I can still help you when we get back."

"Okay, thanks Nana."

"You're welcome." She kissed me on the forehead and left.

I could hear her and Papa leaving out the front door. I was going to lay down and try to nap again but I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It was Daddy bringing me my snack I asked for.

"Here you go, Angel." He said and handed me the bowl and a fork.

"Thanks Daddy! You don't know how bad I needed this." I chuckled.

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else? Can I do something to help you get more comfortable? You look like you're in pain."

"No I'm alright. It looks worse then it feels." I was kind of lying to him so he wouldn't worry as much as he was. He hated to see me in pain. If I would have told him my stomach and back were killing me, he would have stressed himself out trying to make me feel better. He continued to stare at my stomach worriedly.

"You can touch it if you want. It won't hurt me." I told him.

He slowly lifted his hand and placed it on my stomach. He soothingly rubbed it up and down. I was about to comment on how good it felt but he quickly pulled his hand back.

"What the hell was that?!" He panicked and pointed to my stomach.

"What?" I did my best to look down and I saw the baby's foot hit my stomach. "Oh he's just accidentally kicking me as he moves around." I explained. He still looked mortified as he stared at my stomach.

"That's normal to you??" He asked frantically and I laughed.

"Yes Daddy. It happens a lot and I'm used to it now. You've never seen this happen before?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No never and I would be just fine if I never had to see that again." He was so dramatic.

"He doesn't do it that often."

"Well I'm going to go before I see it again. Call me if you need anything okay?"

"Okay."

He left my room and I laid back against my headboard. I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand. Then I opened up Twitter to keep myself entertained until I finished eating. I scrolled down my feed and then I became curious and searched for Vic's name. His last tweet was from months ago. It said "I regret not being there for them, but I know it's my own fault." It was followed by a bunch of sad face emoji’s. I wasn't completely sure, but I felt like this tweet was for me and the baby.

I remember the day after my baby shower Papa made me write thank you cards to everyone. I even had to write one for Vic. I hand delivered Vic his thank you card one day when I saw him outside. He told me if I ever needed anything not to hesitate to call him, but I assured him that I had everything I needed. He seemed pretty bummed out because I had basically taken care of everything without his help. I didn't want him to feel useless, especially when he really cared about the baby.

I exited out of Twitter and went to my contacts. I went to Vic's name and clicked on it. His phone rang a few times before he answered.

"Hello?" He answered. He sounded like he had just woke up.

"Hey." I said softly.

There was a slight pause before he said anything. ". . . Izzy? Oh sorry I didn't look at my phone before I answered it."

"It's okay. Did I wake you?"

"Yeah but it's cool. I was just taking a nap."

"Oh okay. Well I was just calling to um check on you. We haven't spoken in a while and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. I should have called you to make sure you're okay. You're the one who's nine months pregnant." He said. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay."

"Is everything okay with the baby? Is he healthy and everything so far?" He asked nervously, it was kind of cute.

"Yeah my doctor said he's developed normally. He's just chilling in my stomach waiting to come out now." I said and he chuckled.

"Do you know your due date?"

"It should be at the end of this week, on Saturday." I told him.

"Oh...am I allowed to um... come visit?"

"Yes of course! I'll make sure to text you when everything is happening. Don't worry!"

"Okay. Mike and I will be there." He exhaled in relief. "So have you picked a name for him yet?"

"No. Papa has been trying to get me to pick a name for months, but nothing seems right. I don't know why I'm stressing so hard over this. All I have to do is pick a name."

"You should pick one that's special to you. Maybe someone that you miss or someone that you admire."

"Ugh my Grandma told me the same thing. I can't think of anyone off of the top of my head." I sighed. "Do you have any ideas?"

"No, you should pick his name. I think it's only right that you do it since you bonded with him for nine months."

"I wouldn't call this bonding. More like he's been freeloading in my stomach but whatever." I joked and he laughed.

"Just think of something. Maybe someone that you wish you could have met. Like someone from the past." He told me.

I thought to myself for a few minutes, trying to think of someone. The most important people in my life were my parents. They actually shaped me into the person that I am now. I couldn't name the baby after them because that would be kind of weird. Nana and Grandpa shaped my parents into who they are. Those were the only two grandparents I had left, I was named after Daddy's mom. All that was left was Papa's dad.

"I think I know what I want to name him!" I exclaimed. Soon after I felt a weird feeling inside of me. It was like something popped inside of me. Then I felt my pajama pants become wet under me. I looked down and saw that there was a wet spot on my pants. I peed myself again!!

"Izzy?" Vic called out.

"Yeah sorry I just got distracted." I said as I stood up to change clothes. I got out of my pants and underwear and listened to him.

"I asked what name what name did you think of?" He repeated.

"Oh I kind of want to name him after my dad's dad; Bassam." I told him.

"That's so thoughtful for of you. I love it and I'm sure your dad is going to love it too!" He exclaimed.

I was going to answer him, but I was distracted by the liquid still sliding down my legs. It was coming from my private area but I was sure I wasn't peeing now.

"Hey Vic I have to go, I'll call you back later." I quickly said.

"Is everything alright?" He could sense I was concerned.

"Yeah yeah everything is fine." I assured him. We both told each other bye and hung up.

I looked down the best way I could at the liquid. It was clear and it didn't have a smell. According to Papa, that could only mean one thing.

"DADDY!!!"

Notes

I wonder how well Alex is going to handle this lol

*Sorry this is late I was studying for finals!*