Maxerica

Cramps and Crumbs

"What are you doing?"
"Saying hi to the babies."
Maxon is sitting next to me, facing me with his hand on my stomach.
I was reading my book and relaxing a bit before we have to go to sleep, but I stopped when I felt his warm hand on my stomach.
I smile at him. He's looking at my eight month pregnant stomach with a smile on his face. It makes me happy knowing our babies mean so much to him. He feels around my stomach and I watch. He puts his hand on my lower stomach just in time to feel one kick.
"Ow," I say.
"Are you ok?" He has a serious face now.
"Yeah. It wasn't to bad."
"I don't like that it hurts you."
"Me neither. But it's fine. They're just excited."
He smiles again.
"Sometimes it feels different so I think it's a knee or an elbow. It's crazy,"I explain.
"I bet."
"Maxon."
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too darling."
I smile and he kisses me. I kiss him back. Right as he kisses my neck, I feel a kick at the bottom of my stomach. I gasp. He looks at me concerned.
"Sorry," I say.
"Don't be. Did I hurt you?"
"No. It was the babies."
He nods then lays down next to me.
There goes our moment.
I put my book aside and lay next to him.
He turns the light off then pulls me close.
"Not much longer and they'll be here," he says.
"I know. I'm excited. And nervous."
"Why are you nervous?"
"It's gonna hurt giving birth. And I'm worried we won't be there for them enough, since we're king and queen."
"We'll be there my dear. Don't worry."
We don't say anything. I start to fall asleep.
"What should we name them?" Maxon asks.
I open eyes and yawn while saying,"I don't know yet."
"Sorry. Get some sleep."
He kisses my forehead and I fall asleep.

I gasp. There's a a bad cramp on the side of my stomach. I turn away from Maxon to try not to wake him up and take deep breaths. I move and it feels a little better.
"America?"
"I'm fine," I reply to Maxon.
"No you're not. Guard!"
The guard runs in. He looks at Maxon then to me.
"No Maxon. I'm fine."
I sit up.
"Are you sure? We can get the doctor."
"I'm sure. It was just a cramp. It happens."
He sighs and the guard leaves. Maxon lays down and I pout.
"What?" he asks.
"I'm hungry."
He sighs.
I start crying.
"No no no don't cry darling," he says while sitting back up. "You don't care about me," I cry.
"Yes I do. I'll get whatever you want ok? Anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
I consider this for a moment.
"Can you get me some peanut butter, sugar cookies, and pickles?"
"Seriously?"
"Duh."
"If you say so."
He gets up and walks out.
I rub the side of my belly as I wait for him.
He comes back with a tray of everything I asked for.
"Yay!"
He sits down and puts it in front of me once I sit up.
I dip the pickle in the peanut butter then put it on the cookie. I eat it as Maxon gags. I glare at him.
"That's so gross," he complains.
"It's yummy!"
He gags as I take another bite.
"Go to sleep wimp," I say.
"I want to wait for you my dear."
I roll my eyes and make my peanut butter pickle cookie again. He steals one of my cookies.
"Hey!"
"It's just one!"
I pout. He pouts back.
"Fine," I say.
"I don't know how you can eat that," he says.
I shrug.
Once I finish my 3 AM snack, we go to sleep.