This is a short oneshot that I thoroughly enjoyed writing. Hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as I did. Please enjoy :)
8 June 2016
23 March 2020
Noah's PoV
"NOOOOOAAAAAHHHH"
The jar fell down onto the floor with a crash. Oh! Not again.
"NOEEEEE! HELLLLPPPP!"
Yelled the voice again. It's sweet baritones echoed off the wall of the kitchen, before hitting my ears-painfully, once more. I gently leant down onto my knees to pick up the jar of pickles from the floor. I'm surprised the glass hadn't cracked. Why? Why does it always happen when I'm in the middle of cooking dinner? I placed the jar onto the counter before turning the gas down to a low setting on the cooker and walking out the door. Prancing through the hallway I couldn't help but hear her yell once more
"NOAH! WHERE ARE YOU?"
That voice belongs to my beautiful wife-Richelle. And what she is doing right now-well that will be probably trying to reach something on a high shelf and failing-miserably. As I walk one step at a time up the stairs, I can't help but look at the pictures hanging on the wall. Pictures of us, together at all stages of our life. One from when we were five-arms wrapped tightly around each other and teeth blaring. Another when we were ten and just finished our first competition. Lastly, placed proudly at the top of the stairs was us on our wedding day. Staring at each other with such adoration. She looked so beautiful that day-like a princess. That day was one of the best in my life. All days are with Richelle.
"NOOOE!"
Whined Richelle in frustration. Alright, alright! I'm coming. As I came to a stop beside the door at the top of the stairs, I couldn't help but hear some moans and groans. Oh Ritchie! What have you done now? Springing forward to the door, I quickly pull it open. What sight greeted me filled me with complete laughter but also concern. For there positioned in great discomfort between different colours of paint tins was Richelle. Her face was red and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She tried and failed once more to get up from her spot before succumbing to defeat. Oh darling, what happened? I peered around the room for clues before my eyes were drawn to a spot on the wall covered in different samples of paint. Yellow, sky blue, light orange and green. Neutral colours, I guess. Ah. I get it! Ugh. No matter how many times I tell her to leave the painting to me, she just has to be stubborn and try to do it herself. 'I'm not completely useless' she would feign confidently. Of course shes not. But in her fragile state..I don't want anything happening to her.
"Ritchie? Are you alright? What have I told you about painting?! You shouldn't be doing such things in your state an-"
I started before being cut off. At the sound of my voice, Richelle had turned her head to look at me with relief. She had paint on her cheek and in her hair. During my little speech I watched as her face became ever so annoyed and frustrated until finally she snapped.
"Yeah yeah, I know!"
She exclaimed exasperated, throwing her head back.
"I've heard it before 'Don't do anything that could cause you any pain or put our baby in risk. Let me do all the work"
She replied, mocking my voice. Hey! I do not sound like that. She lifted her head back up to stare at me before placing a hand on her stomach.
"I may be pregnant with your child Mr Erlick, but that certainly does not mean I'm not helpless. And it certainly does not mean that I can't try and paint the wall of our babies nursery"
She spoke passionately. I knew she meant every word...but that doesn't mean that I'm not right.
"You sure about that?"
I teased pointing my finger towards her current situation. She let out a groan and placed a hand on her forehead.
"Shut up!"
She hissed. Crap! There's those hormones. The same exact ones which have kicked (mentally and physically) out of our bed for the last two nights because she is 'too warm' and apparently I'm like a friggin' radiator.
"I wouldn't be stuck here like a damsel, if you had just let me paint and not force me to paint the wall in secret while you are trying to cook dinner."
She seethed, glaring at me. So this is my fault? I furrowed my eyebrows at her.
"So this-"
I pointed towards her crumbled state on the floor before pointing towards myself.
"-is my fault"
"Yes"
She replied blankly.
"Now are you going to help me up or I'm going to be stuck here all day"
She asked teasingly, a small smile gracing her cheeks. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. I will never underhand how she goes from being mad at me to being playful and flirty. It will forever be a mystery to me, and probably to all the other men out there with pregnant partners. I shook my head before walking over to her. It was a task to walk around all the opened paint tins without accidentally pushing over one of them with my foot, but eventually I got there.
I placed one hand on her elbow and the other on her back before slowly and carefully pulling her back up. She let out a sigh relief when her feet finally touched the wooden floor of the nursery.
"Phew!"
She mumbled under her breath. She landed with hands on my chest. Being pregnant meant that her protruding belly was a constant barrier to us being able to hug properly. And with her small height it meant that the bump resting currently on my abdomen, preventing us from even feeling the warmth of each other's skin. Only I could feel the warmth the baby was radiating under her skin. A second later I watched as Richelle let out a groan before looking up to stare into my eyes. Her beautiful green hitting against my hazel lovingly.
"I would thank you by giving you a hug but ah..your kid is in the way."
She said pointing to the bump. That's not right.
"Our"
I mumbled towards her. She stared back at me in confusion.
"Our kid is in the way. Our little baby"
I responded happily, rubbing her belly. She looked down at my hand before placing her hand on top. As she looked back up at me, I could see some tears start to fall down her cheeks.
"I love you Noe"
She replied softly. I love you too baby!
"Oh gosh! This just got way to cheesy"
She added a second later, giggling. Yeah. Yeah it has. I couldn't help but let out a laugh too. After a few minutes we had calmed down. I placed my hand on her cheek, the dry paint rubbing against my hand.
"Did you know that you have paint on your face?"
I asked amused. She looked up at me with wide eyes.
"I do?"
"Uh huh"
I mumbled under my breath, before licking the pad of my thumb and trying to wipe it off. She squirmed at the touch, struggling to escape my grip.
"Noe! No, stop!"
She pleaded, giggling. She is too cute. I never want to lose you Richelle. I stopped after a few minutes barely managing to rub of half of the bright sky blue paint.
"Hey Noe?"
Asked Richelle, quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Why can I smell burning?"
She asked blankly. Crap! The dinner!
And of course I end on a cliff hanger. Haha. This wasn't very long but I hope you liked it anyway.
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