Falling for You

Hormonal

Song - Vienna by Billy Joel

Timmy had made a decision.

"The baby's room can't stay empty forever."

We went to a grey store filled with boxes displaying pictures of bed and cots.
"Can we not buy them pre-made?" I complained. "These will be impossible to build."
"It'll be no problem." Timmy brushed off. "You take it out and just start hammering it together, how hard could it be?"

Turns out, pretty hard. I brought Timmy in some coffee while he was attempting to build the baby's cot.
"Here ya go sweetie." I said as I placed it on the window sill. He was on his knees, in a white vest and worn jeans- he looked incredibly sexy.
"Thanks babe." He said not looking up from the pink wooden frame.

It collapsed as soon as he added another bit to it. He groaned in annoyance, this for sure wasn't the first time it fell apart.
"Not going well, huh?"
"It's fine." He growled, discarding it to get his coffee and sit on the windowsill.

"Well what do the instructions say?" I added, bending down to pick them up.
I opened the book.
"Haven't read 'em."
"Well that's the fucking problem isn't it?" I laughed.
"You're not supposed to." He defended himself.
"You gotta be shitting me."

"Seriously, my dad never looked at the instructions."
"Tim it'd be a whole lot easier if you just looked at them. Or- or I'll just do it." I walked over to the cot, well the wood.
"Nonono, you sit and relax."
"Jesus Christ Tim I'm pregnant not eighty four!"
He rolled his eyes.

"You shouldn't-"
"Watch me!" I said determined to prove him wrong. So I sat down and done got a nail and wood together. The second the hammer hit the wood the baby kicked and the hammer fell on my foot.
"Ah!"
Timmy almost dropped his coffee.
"Fucking shit y/n!"

He helped me up, I couldn't stand on my foot.
"God I wish I could lift you." He mumbled. My arm was slung over his shoulder and he slowly led me to the bedroom.
"Now for god sakes don't do that again!"
"You're over reacting- I'm fine!"

Timmy kneeled at the end of the bed and touched my foot, I winced in pain.
"Your not fine."
I rolled my eyes.
"Just lay there I'll get you some coffee or something, don't try to build the cot while I'm away!"

My ancle was a little swollen and the baby was going off on one. I shut my eyes and tried to forget the pain. Is this what my life is now? I asked myself, just a year ago I was hot shit, in a band with a record deal and a gorgeous boyfriend. Now I'm knocked up and can't even hammer two pieces of wood together without injuring myself.

As these thoughts flooded my head I began to cry, tears flowing down my cheeks. Timmy walked back in with a cup of coffee. (Decaf )
"Babe, what's wrong?"
I mumbled and answer through tears that was completely not understandable.

He scooched up next to me and I clung to his body, crying into his stomach. He stroked my hair as I let it all out.
"I don't know what's wrong with me!" I wept.
"It's just the baby, y/n. It messes with your emotions. It's okay."
I suddenly sat up.
"This fucking baby!" I said angrily.

Timmy's eyebrows furrowed as he thought Oh so this is what a mood swing looks like.
"Babe-"
"Don't babe me, you did this to me!"
"Okay you need to calm down." He said, kindly but firmly.
"Oh my god you hate me!"
"What?"
I burst into tears again.

"Hey,hey, hey don't cry. Let's just leave the cot tonight. I'll get some chocolate and we can watch the dirty dancing VHS."
I looked up, face wet with tears.
"Dirty dancing?"
"Yes." He said sounding unsure if that was a good suggestion or not.
"I...love dirty dancing!" I exclaimed throwing my arms around him.

He sighed relief.
"I love you baby." I said covering him in red lipstick marks. He chuckled and smiled.
Later we cuddled up on the couch, eating store bought Hershey kisses- an American treat I adored and honestly don't know if I'd cope without if we went back to London.

I started crying at the end and Timothée comforted me.
"Babe this is the happy bit."
"I know!" I said wiping tears. "These are tears of happiness, can't you tell?"
He screwed his face up and then;
"I can never tell."

A/N: Not a really long one but I wanted to include more stuff about the pregnancy mood swings and that cause I think it's quite funny. Also when I went to the states I LOVED Hershey's kisses and HEAVILY recommended- we don't have them here :(