Waking up to see Renzo with his hand covering my belly as he speaks to my baby was one hell of a way to wake up on a Monday evening. I didn’t even hearing come home last night so this is very surprising.
I woke up this morning with the baby moving around a lot so I let Loretta make me some lunch and then napped.
“I know nothing about you yet but I love you very much already sweet girl. So be a good girl and stop moving in there because you will wake up mommy and she needs her beauty sleep, don’t tell her I said that”
I was smiling before he said that, I heard his chuckle when pinched his shoulder.
“oops too late”
That earned a smack from him to which only made his laugh louder.
“morning beautiful how did you sleep,” he said moving up so that he was facing me. I frowned when I noticed him wearing a onesie. The fuck is he wearing and when did he ever get one.
His eyes followed mine and a giant grin appeared on his face.
“don’t be jealous now baby, I got you one too” he disappeared for about 2 minutes before coming back with a onesie identical to his only mine was much bigger.
Obviously, since it had to accommodate my protruding stomach. Can you believe that I’m 8 months already? I thought it would feel like forever but in all honestly time really is flying and my due date is getting even closer.
A part of me is really nervous but more than anything I am excited.
“c’mon baby momma lets get you into this,” he says already grabbing my arm to lift me up from the bed. I honestly had zero energy but I know I wanted to make him happy. He has been so stressed with his race that his only happy time is when he comes home to me.
The other night I really witnessed the stress he has been going through. He made me dinner, it was a delicious salad with healthy chicken tender that he had marinated with a special sauce. One that he wouldn’t tell me about.
He cleared up the table and went to the sink and suddenly his whole demeanour had changed. his body tense and his head bowed down.
I didn’t like seeing him like this but I just wanted to support him as much as I could.
Every time he speaks to my belly it seems to give him energy, like my little girl, is already changing Renzo for the better.
I stood up from the bed and let him remove my clothes before letting me step into the onesie that was the warmest material I had ever felt. I rolled my eyes when Renzo was getting a little too touchy.
I let him have his fun.
“alright baby, all done. Let’s take a picture for Instagram” he went a quickly grabbed his phone before leading me to the big mirror. I smiled into the camera as he snapped a few shots f us some happy some serious and the final one fucking hilarious.
“you’re in a weird mood this morning,” I said as we sat in the lounge area watching our favourite tv show. How to get away with murder.
He looked up from the tv. “how can I not be, I have the most amazing girlfriend with a baby coming soon.” He smiled at me but it didn’t reach his eyes. Not fully.
“what aren’t you telling me,” I said to him crossing my arms giving him my most serious stare. I probably look like a grumpy hippo.
He sighed finally turning to face me fully.
“I have an event tonight. I didn’t want to go but it looks like I’m going to have to since its good publicity for the race” I stare at him for a few seconds. I already know why he is so nervous.
I’m not much of a jealous person but every time he goes to these events there’s always some story of his and another woman its not the kind of stress, I want at the minute but I have to trust Renzo to not do anything he regrets.
“no, its fine, you go if you think its good for the big race you have to” even though there was some hesitancy to my words we both knew this is what he needed to do.
I can’t blame him for having women going after him, but Renzo has made me the happiest woman on earth and has given me so much I have to truly have faith in him.
I moved closer to him and leant up and kissed him tenderly on his lips. He needed to know that I love him and I trust him. He sighed into the kiss clearly relieved that I wasn’t going crazy.
Our kiss was short lived when he had to start getting ready for tonight. I watched him from the bed as dressed up all fancy and handsome. Ready for the cameras and the girls. I tried not to show my annoyance but as he stared at me through the mirror he knew.
I kissed him goodbye before he walked out to his car.
I could only sit and wait for him hoping I don’t have a fucking stroke thinking about it. I don’t why but tonight something doesn’t feel right.
I ended up calling amber and Natasha to come over so that I’m not constantly thinking about tonight.
We ended up watching a few movies and eating healthy snacks since they didn’t want m to feel bad about not having the delicious snacks we normally have when we watch movies.
“are you nervous, “Natasha says as she massages my feet for me. She could see me constantly moving them because they were painful so she lifted my legs and started to massage them.
“what about, giving birth” she nods. “yeah I am, I know nothing about the process but I know that it’s either going to be really fucking painful or just really weird”
None of us really know anything about giving birth.
I’m planning to have Renzo, my aunt, Loretta and my uncle in the delivery room since I needed another male to support Renzo. Lord knows how he will handle the whole process. My friends have been tagging me in funny birth videos where the father faints.
A part of me feels as though that will be him.
“I would have thought you would be having a c section,” amber says turning to face me. She hands me a bowl of crisps as she says this.
When my doctor asked me this, I knew I never wanted to have a c section. I may have joked about it to the girls years ago but that was until I was actually having my baby girl.
“no, I want to awake when I give birth and have the whole experience. I am willing to suffer the pain just for that moment with her” amber couldn’t help the smile on her face. She seems to love it when I talk about my baby, she says I’ve never looked so happy.
Me and amber were having a sweet moment when Natasha interrupted us.
“uh guys, you’re going to want to see this” Tasha turns off the movie and streams her phone to the tv. I closed my eyes saying a quick prayer to whatever I am about to see.
The screen flashed before there was a live stream on the tv. It was from the event that Renzo was in.
The screen showed Renzo standing to the corner, surrounded by his team and a bunch of police officers.
It wasn’t seeing him what made me gasp. It was the busted lip and bruise that made me gasp and look on horrified.
“what happened”?” I exclaimed looked at the girls for answers. I reached over and grabbed my phone. Searching twitter and Instagram quickly.
“I’m not sure, but it doesn’t look good,” amber said stating the fucking obvious.
I didn’t know what to do I couldn’t just wait around but I also didn’t have the energy to rush over there and find him.
“wait, isn’t that his dad Nathaniel” Natasha shouted pointing to the corner of the screen.
Taking that as my only option I dialled Nathaniel’s number.
“whats happening?” I cut straight to the point. I listened carefully as he tried to calm me down. I didn’t realise how much I was panicking but he was right for the baby I needed t calm down.
Taking a deep breath and continued to listen to him.
After hearing the moral of the story, I ended the call and sighed in relief. It wasn’t as bad as I thought but it looks like Renzo is not mentally okay at the minute.
When the girls left, I dialled Renzo’s number, he picked up without a second to spare. The live stream was still playing which meant I could see him as he answered the call.
“baby, I’m sorry are you okay” bless him. Already trying to make sure I’m okay before thinking about himself.
“I’m, were okay I can see you there’s a live stream of the event” when I said this, I could see him looking around. The person recording screamed a little.
“omg he knows, look he is looking our way” this made for more screams but the stream soon ended.
“Renzo,” I said to him, my hands running up and down my belly.
He replied with a breathy response.
“yes”
Without missing a beat, i replied.
“come home”