Chapter 64
A few days later, it was good for Paul to be home.
The girls were in bed and the house was quiet except for the TV, which Paul glanced at, but wasn‘t really paying attention. Montana was reading some pregnancy book, snuggled beside him.
He took a swig of the strawberry kiwi water he had been drinking before glancing down to check out something that had caught his eye.
“Uh….Mon?”
“Hmmm?” she asked.
“Either this water is spiked with some serious drugs that are making me see things or your shirt is moving.”
“Where have you been?” she smiled up at him. “That’s your son kicking around. He’s been doing that for quite awhile now. I can even time it; he starts his little floor show at or around seven each night and usually quits around one in the morning. Here,” she took his hand, “feel.”
“Holy shit. Doesn’t that hurt, though?”
“Once in awhile he kicks a little too hard, but for the most part it feels more fluttery than anything else. Didn’t you feel the girls moving around like this?”
“Are you kidding? If I’d tried this with Reg, she’d chopped my fingers off.”
She kept his hand on her stomach. “Oh, you poor thing.”
For several moments after that, the only sound in the room was the droning of the TV in the background. Soon Paul felt something and jumped. Montana quirked a brow and gave him an odd look.
“Oquela, that little dude just kicked me!” he exclaimed.
Montana had to laugh. “Actually, I think he was just saying hello.”
“He’s got one hell of a way of doing it. Now tell me that didn’t hurt.”
“Not really. Just pressure.”
“You really get used to this stuff?”
“Well, I really don’t have much of a choice. Good thing we’re both night people, huh?”
“Yeah, you aren’t kidding. I’m going to get a snack. You want something?”
“No, I’m fine. And don’t keep the fridge door hanging open; we don’t own stock in the electric company.”
“I would like to think I already know that, babe,” Paul replied from the kitchen while peering at the contents of the refrigerator. “When was the last time you were at the store? There’s nothing to eat in here.”
“For crying out loud, I just spent eighty dollars a few days ago. Surely you can find something out there. You’ve already caught hell from management for gaining weight anyway.”
“Gee, thanks a lot for pratically starving me, Mon.”
“It’s for your own good. You heard what the heart doctor said. Besides, the girls have had no problem with it. As much junk as you‘ve consumed on the road, a couple days of decent food isn‘t going to kill you.”
Paul finally came back with a jar in his hand, taking his place back beside her before beginning to pop the contents into his mouth.
“What are earth are you eating, or is it safe to ask?” Montana asked.
“Jalapenos,” he grinned, popping another. “Want some?”
She shuddered, making a face. “No thanks. And you talk about my weird food cravings. At least I have an excuse.”
“Sabes que, I do too. It’s called I’m starving and my wife didn’t get anything edible. You should try one. It will give the kid a cast iron stomach early.”
“Right, more like make me hurl for a week. Just for that, I should have your son kick you again. Now a real food craving would be a run to Taco Bell.”
He perked up. “You want some?”
“You know, that sounds pretty good right about now.”
“Now we’re talking!” He put the jalapeno jar back in the refrigerator and grabbed his keys. “Anything in particular the mami pequeña would like?”
“No, you can decide, as long as it isn’t that flaming hot crap you tend to get. While you’re at it, could you stop by the twenty four hour pharmacy? I forgot to pick up my baby vitamins earlier today when I got Kira from preschool.”
“Wow, there’s a winning combination, Taco Bell and vitamins. Yep, my wife is totally embarazada, all right.”
“Get more used to it,” Montana grinned at him. “It won’t be long before you’ll be going on runs for diapers and formula at all hours.”
“Don’t remind me,” he replied. “Been there, done that twice already, but then again, it beats being sent out for tampons. I’ll be back in about half an hour.”
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