About six weeks after Cruz had discussed keeping the baby with Bosco, she noticed something one morning while getting dressed for work...a small bump. She sighed, knowing this meant she was starting to show. She was about four months, but not quite there yet. Her curves had become softer lately, and Bosco noticed this as well. For him, it came as a turn on. He only wished he could explore those new curves on her.
Cruz had her bad days and her good days when it came to morning sickness. Sometimes she would be woken up at three in the morning, just to go throw up. The days that followed those types of mornings were hell on Bosco, because that meant taking all her frustration out on him, the man who did this to her.
She was going to put on a perriwinkle blue tank top on with a jean jacket, but now she decided against it. Not wanting anyone to notice the slight pouch her stomach had become, Cruz tossed the top back into her closet, and threw on a black t-shirt with a V-neck, and then her jean jacket.
Looking in the mirror she groaned in disapproval.
"God, I hope nobody notices these huge ass things," she said to herself, glancing at her breasts in the mirror. They had grown about three times her regular size since she became pregnant. Cruz thought for sure that if they got any larger, she would be in the Guinness Book of World Records.
After feeding her cat, Cruz left for work. Just as she was arriving, she felt an unwelomed churning in her stomach again.
"Oh no," she groaned, "Not now, not here!"
She took a sip of her Sierra Mist that she brought with her, and locked her car up. When Cruz got to her office up in anti-crime, Bosco was waiting outside her door for her.
"Hey Cruz, could I- -"
"Get out of my way!" she demanded, pushing him aside as she ran right past him, and darted for the nearest bathroom.
Bosco frowned, and didn't think about the morning sickness right away. But once he heard her from a couple doors down, emptying her stomach like there was no tomorrow, he figured things out.
Bosco sighed, and knocked on the door quietly. It was a private bathroom, so only one person could occupy it at a time.
"Cruz?" he asked. There was no answer, but the silence was followed by some more coughing. Bosco became concerned. "Hey Sarge...you alright?"
"What do you think?" she retorted weakly, as she flushed the toilet and got back on her feet again. Bosco heard the sink running for a couple minutes, and then she finally walked out of there.
He was frowning at her. "What? Didn't your mother ever educate you on morning sickness?" she snarled, but kept her voice down in case someone was nearby.
He sighed and rolled his eyes a little. "Why do you think I talked to my mother so much about the birds and the bees?" he questioned her.
"Well did you?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
"No!" he scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets, as they started walking back towards her office. " 'Sides, she was too busy educating herself with all the rebounds she had after my dad," he mumbled.
"And you said you wanted to get married one day," she sarcastically muttered, as she walked in the office, and opened the blinds over the door.
He quirked an eyebrow. "I never said that us should get married," he replied.
"No, but you insinuated that you wanted to marry someone one day, when we were breakin up. Remember? You said, "I'm gonna find a chick suitable to be wife, and not some dirty copped Sargent.""
"Oh," he muttered quietly, as he glanced down at the floor. He knew why she was constantly reminding him of every time he said something mean to her, or treated her like dirt. It was because he wasn't allowed to talk back about it, now that she was carryin his kid.
Bosco glanced at her stomach and changed the subject. "How long are you gonna be able to pull that off, Ritza?" he asked her.
"Pull what off, exactly?" she said, as she retrieved some files from her desk.
"That gut you're hiding with all them black t-shirts," he said.
"Gut?" she repeated, "Nice, Bosco. You sure are sensitive."
"Oh like what, and you are?" he chuckled, grinning over at her.
She didn't look one bit amused. "What the hell do you want? I got work to do," she said, coldly.
"You said that you had an appointment comin up. This week, was it?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well I figured since you was tellin me 'bout it, you expected me to come," he said.
"You can come to this one if you really want to," she replied, not sounding too sincere. "It's just an ultrasound, and no, I don't want to know if it's a boy or girl."
"Ya mean they can tell already?" he asked.
"Yep, they can when I go for that appointment," she said, writing something on a report.
"Hmph," he nodded to himself, "I think I'll go. Where is this place, anyway?"
"It's the women's clinic off of Bell and 131," she said.
"Got it. I'll be there."
"One o'clock," she told him. "And don't expect me to pre-tend you're my husband."
"Hah!" he laughed out loud, "Yeah right, like I would ask you."
He left before he could see how upset that had made her. It was the hormones. They went crazy now, and she could be testy and mean one minute, and un-imaginably sad the next.
TBC
