Republisher’s Note: So glad I could share as much as there seems to be of this one.
Author’s Note: I cannot tell you how much fun I have had reading your marvelous comments. I am having fun with this whole project. I guess we can really call it a series now, and I have some more ideas to play with before I finish. I wasn’t sure how it would be received at first, so I was reluctant to call it a series. But, since it has been going so well, we’ll just see where it takes me. So, this is part 3. I am going out of town for a few days, so I won’t post more until Sunday morning at the earliest.
Same disclaimers as last time I do not own these characters. Stenz is the only Manny for me.
As a side note, I have no idea when Danny and Michelles birthdays are, so I just picked random months. Danny is working at Spaulding and loving it. Also, my current state of mind about Stenz/Manny allows nothing other than happy fic from me. (I’ll let our much more talented writers handle the tricky stuff.) When a character says everything is perfect, it’s not foreshadowing nor is it an invitation for all hell to break loose. It means everything is perfect. Enjoy!
Baby Fic by Alisia – Chapter 3
“December 8, t minus 4 days and counting until the baby arrives.”
“Danny, this is not a military operation, it’s a baby. And, you cannot be certain the baby will come on the due date.”
He looks concerned for a minute, but shakes his head and continues. “You can never be too prepared, Michelle.”
My husband the boyscout. Who knew?
“I am merely saying we should be ready,” my husband says frowning as he gets me settled on a chair in the living room of our Laurel Falls home. “Stay put,” he orders as he heads into the kitchen.
Quite honestly, I couldn’t get out of this chair without help. I’m not moving. I crane my neck in an attempt to see if what he is rummaging around for in there. “Honey? What are you looking for?”
“Uh huh,” he smiles as he walks back into the living room carrying a stack of items in his arms and what appears to be a poster hanging at his side.
“What is that? A sign of some sort?”
“Nope. It’s a map.”
“A map of what?”
“A map of Springfield.”
“Of Springfield? I don’t follow. Honey, I’ve lived here my whole life, and you’ve lived here most of yours. Why do we need a map?”
“This is a map to the hospital.”
“I could drive to the hospital with my eyes closed.”
“This,” he indicates the poster as he stands it up on the coffee table, “shows the three possible routes to the hospital from our house.” I start to giggle and he frowns, but continues. “I have mapped each, and I have timed each route both during rush hour and during less traffic-filled hours.”
I am really laughing now. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I am not. Now, we can see from this that if you go into labor, at say, three in the morning, we will take Chestnut to Main down to Cedar Road.” He is obviously very serious about this and he is concentrating so hard that I attempt to stop laughing and look as if I am thinking about this, too. Though, it’s hard to keep a straight face.
“If you go into labor during peak driving hours…”
“Peak driving hours? I don’t think we can plan this delivery to avoid rush hour.”
“I realize that.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes, “That’s why there’s three routes.”
When he turns back to study his map it’s my turn to roll my eyes. I can’t believe I am actually sitting through this. Danny acts like no woman has ever had a baby before.
Anyway, his voice breaks through my haze and I turn back to look at him, “if the labor does start during a busier time of day, well take Chestnut to Foster to Jefferson Avenue and turn into the hospital from Birch Street.”
“Well, I’m glad that is all settled,” I say thinking our little strategy session is over.
“Now that is taken care of, let’s talk about the stop-watch.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Do you remember Lamaze class?”
How could I ever forget Lamaze class? The first time, I had to convince Danny not to take a notebook. He insisted on being early each time, and he asked so many questions, the teacher would look at me with sympathy in her eyes. The other fathers seemed to want to be somewhere else; my husband appeared to be expecting a quiz at the end of each meeting. It was an experience.
I just smile and reply,”Of course I remember Lamaze class. What does that have to do with a stop-watch?”
“She said we needed to time the contractions.”
“Honey, I know you want to do this just right, but I don’t think Olympic precision is required.”
“Fine. I’m still keeping the stopwatch, though. Next…”
He looks up and cocks his head to the side and grins at me, “Of course there’s more. This is a copy of all the medical forms already filled out so I don’t have to do that when we get there.”
“How did you get those?”
“Rick got them for me. He thought my planning ahead was a good decision.”
“Honey, come sit down. You have got to calm down. All we really need to do has been done. The house is ready, my bag is packed wait. Where is my bag?”
“It’s in the trunk of the car, already.”
“OK. So, what do we do if you’re at work when I go into labor?”
“I already told Philip I would be doing all my work from home until after the baby comes.”
“And he’s OK with this?”
“Yeah. He was really happy I closed the Boston deal two months ahead of schedule, and the Martin contract got signed last week. He said he never expected to actually get it, so he’s really pleased and told me to take as long as I want. Nothing I need to do for a while requires I be at the office.”
Oh good. He’s going to hover over me for the rest of this pregnancy.
I must not look happy so Danny relents. “Alright, no more planning.” Danny reaches over and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Michelle, my beautiful wife?”
“Yes, my perfect husband?” It still makes me smile when Danny tells me how beautiful I look, even though I don’t feel it at the moment.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” I ask with excitement.
“Yes. Now, I want you to take a nap until dinner, and then you can have your surprise.”
“I have to wait?” I whine.
“Yes, because dinner is part of it. And, no, I am not just doing this so you’ll rest. It’s just an added bonus,” he smiles at me as he helps me over to the couch to lie down.
Danny is always telling me that I overdo it. I really have taken it very easy during this pregnancy. Olga handles all the housework, Danny has helped with the cooking, and Rick and Abby and Danny have run every errand. If only all pregnant women had it this easy. I think Danny would keep me in bed all the time if he had his way. I assure him for the thousandth time that I am really fine, and he kisses my forehead and heads for the kitchen.
Well, obviously I was more tired than I thought because I dozed off and slept for nearly an hour and a half. I wake up to Danny gently brushing my lips with his. “Much nicer than an alarm clock,” I tell him.
“Dinner is served, my lady.”
“Great. I’m starving.”
Danny laughs as he helps me up. “You’ve been starving for seven months.”
“True. Now what’s for dinner?”
I gasp as I walk into the dining room. The French doors are slightly open, as we are having one of those lovely warm December days. There are candles lit, and a bottle of sparkling cider is chilling in the wine bucket. Danny helps me into my chair and returns with my favorite shrimp and lobster pasta.
“I think I’m in heaven,” I tell him as I take a bite.
“Well, I figured we should enjoy these last few quiet evenings alone. I have a feeling were going to be very tired all the time very soon.”
“I can’t wait.”
We finish eating and discuss all that is going on in Springfield and the work that Danny managed to get done this morning. Of course, though, all conversations lead to the baby. I can’t help but sigh and think how perfect my life is husband, baby, family, home. Everything is just like Danny promised it would be.
My thoughts are interrupted as Danny walks around to my chair and hands me a small box, a beautiful blue Tiffany box. “Danny,” I gasp, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“You are my wife, and my whole life. You made me the happiest man in the world when you married me, now you are going to make me a father. I can never show you in enough ways how grateful I am to you for giving me a family.”
There are tears running down my cheeks as I take the box and gently press my lips to his. “I am thankful for you and this little miracle every day. You are just as responsible for this family as I am.” I look down at the box in my hands and gently open it to reveal the most stunning ring I have ever seen. A garnet, a sapphire, and a turquoise on a platinum band.
Danny slides the ring on my hand as he explains, The garnet is for me, for January birthday. The sapphire is you. And, the turquoise is for December, for the baby.
“Danny, it’s perfect.”
I reach over and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He sighs and says again, “I can’t wait until the baby gets here.”
I sit up in alarm as I say, “You’re not going to have to wait long.”
“I know, 4 more days or so.”
“No, I mean you’re really not going to have to wait long. I think I just had a contraction.”
Danny gets up and runs into the living room. “Danny! What are you doing? Where are you going?”
He returns and takes my hand to help me up. “I went to get the stop watch. Your chariot awaits, my lady. Time to go to the hospital.”