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Rosita Espinosa
 Posted: Apr 6 2017, 09:16 PM
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Location: Arlington Virginia
When: Spring of 2013
People involved: Rosita and Abraham Ford
Notes: A lot of Feels in This Post

A couple of years ago had been one of the happiest days of a young Latina’s life she had married the man of her dreams. She still couldn’t believe that a man like him could have ever wanted to settle down with someone like her but he had. Having met Abe during her medical assistant training with the military the two had quickly bonded. She was there for him thru the lonely nights that he was away from his family. And she was there for him when he had called it quits with his wife, that was the night that the pair had first hit the sheets. Sure, it had happened while he was upset but it had still met something to her and obviously, it had meant something to him too. Now here she sets 2 years after her marriage one hand resting on her swollen tummy. She was due in a couple of weeks and the baby has been extremely active up until now. Normally while Abraham is out for the day the baby is quiet but when he gets home it is like someone doing the Rumba in her tummy. Neither really wanted to know what she was having they had wanted it to be a surprise. So, they decorated the room so it would suite either a boy or a girl and they got clothes that would for either or.

Making her way slowly out of the nursery, she closes the door behind her before holding onto the railing and slowly making her way downstairs. Her ankles are so swollen and her legs hurt bad all the extra weight from the baby was taking its toll not to mention for a spring day it is extremely hot outside. Which for Rosita only served to irritate her and make her feel worse than she already does, but all the aches and pains were worth it. Bringing a baby into the world was something special for her seeing as this Is her first. Reaching the couch, Rosita takes a seat and slips her slippers off before she swings her legs around and props them up on the couch. She had been extremely busy today and now she was paying for it. Having done the laundry, gotten dinner going in the crock pot and put away some baby stuff that had arrived. Rosita was tired but she also knew that she couldn’t give in to the way she was filling. She had taken maternity leave from the hospital at the beginning of the month because she was told that she needed to take it easy until the baby was born. But there was no way in hell she was going to lay in bed day in and day out she didn’t need her ass getting any bigger than it already was.

“Hey in there little one you have been mighty quiet today.”

She reaches down and slowly pulls her tank top up a bit exposing her tummy before she slowly glides her fingers over her tummy in a massaging motion. Usually when Abraham did this for her the baby was all kinds of active but not today and she really hoped that it didn’t mean what she thinks it means.

“You know daddy isn’t here huh little one don’t worry daddy will be home soon and you can kick daddy’s hand. And make mommy’s bladder feel like it’s about to rupture just like you did earlier today. I think if you are a little boy we are definitely going to name you after your daddy can never have to many Abraham’s in this world.”

She continues to slowly glide her fingers over her tummy she could feel tiny flutters nothing major so at least the baby was still semi active. Seemed a bit lazy but she knew that was normal, thinking for a moment she picks up her bottle of water and takes a sip. Before she clears her throat and sets the bottle down, returning her hands to her stomach she begins to speak once more.

“If you are a little girl I am not really sure what we will name you I really like the name Bethany but then again Rosalina or Melarosa is beautiful as well. Hmmm that is something that I need to discuss with your daddy further. But if you are a little boy being named after your daddy isn’t a terrible thing, your daddy is an amazing man he is so strong and so brave. Not only does he take care of us but he serves his country just as well. And I know one thing little one, your mommy and your daddy loves you very much and we can’t wait to hold you in our arms and watch you grow up.”

She says those words before she lays her head back against the pillow against the arm of the couch. She turns over on her side pulling the throw blanket over her and snuggles down under the covers needing a bit of a nap. The food in the crock pot was on low so she didn’t have to worry about that, and there was nothing else that needed to be done right now. As her eyes get heavier she yawns a bit and drapes one arm over her mid-section before she slowly drifts off to sleep.
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Abraham Ford
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ife was good. Abraham was on leave from the military. His next tour wasn't for another six months. He would have plenty of time to get to know his new little bundle of joy that was being brought into the world. He had been relieved to leave Ellen. Sure, that meant he had to have joint custody of A.J. and Becca but he didn't mind. It wasn't like he had really lived with them too much before the divorce. The kids lived with Ellen and he took some time a few days a week to visit them and just take them around town. Today was one of those days. While he knew that Rosita was sitting home alone, heavily pregnant and in need of relief, she wasn't carrying his only child. Just because he was married to Rosita now didn't mean he loved his other children any less.

The game of today? Mini golf. The Ford family had spent the whole day having a rousing 18 holes, just chatting and shooting the shit together. Abe knew Ellen resented him a little bit for only being around to make good memories with the kids, but he had no other options. The kids weren't interested in simply coming over to Abe's new house and waiting for their new half-sibling to be born. They were getting older and they wanted to do things. Anything to keep them off of their phones and out enjoying the day was a win in Abe's book.

Abe had been home earlier in the morning, but it being Saturday, he had left rather early to take the kids for a little excursion. Rosita knew the drill. Abe had faith that she would be holding down the fort just as well back at home, so he planned to spend most of the day with A.J. and Becca. He'd be back at about 4, close to the time he'd be home if he had a regular job. He dropped his kids off at Ellen's house at 3:30, and made it back at his house by 3:55. He hung out in the car for the song to finish before heading inside to Rosita, at 4pm on the dot. He opened the door, and was seconds away from shouting "Honey, I'm home!" when he realized that Rosita was sound asleep on the couch. He smiled lightly and walked inside, hanging his car keys on the rack inside the door. He walked over to the couch and moved her feet so he could sit down, but made sure to place them on his lap again and give her swollen piggies a nice massage while she slept. The poor woman was really having some problems with swelling on this pregnancy and he wanted to try to ease as much pain as possible. Abe simply hummed the song that had been playing in the car quietly while he watched Rosita sleep, his eyes roaming over her belly, waiting for the parasite inside of her to start kicking along to the rhythm of his song. Sure, it would wake Rosita up too, but who could be mad about their bundle of joy enjoying some good tunes? All right, Rosita could. But even though he knew he had to make sure she was as comfortable as possible, Abe still liked to stir up a little bit of trouble whenever he could, and this seemed like a harmless little bit of fun.

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It was safe to say Rosita knew she had made the perfect choice when she married Abraham. Yes she knew he had been married before and she knew he has two other children and she never once faulted him for wanting to spend time with them. Infact the times that she has spent with him and his children, she loved watching the interactions between the three. He is a really good father to his first two and she knew that he would be equally good to the little bundle of joy that she is having. She never onced complained when he went to be with his children in fact she encouraged it. Even on days when she felt like hell and would really rather him stay home with her. She always told him she would be fine and she always was and usually she was sitting up on the couch waiting for him.

But today Rosita was more in her nesting state and she had been up for most of the day cleaning the baby's room, putting the little clothes away , basically preparing for the little ones arrival. Before she did some other cleaning upstairs as well, changing sheets, you name it Rosita had been a busy little bee. Until she felt her energy dwindling and her feet started to hurt. She knew her ankles were swollen and she knew if she ever layed her tired achy body down she would be fast asleep before Abraham got home. So moving slowly down the steps to keep from falling she held on tightly to the banister not wanting any slip ups or anything like that. Once she stepped off the last step she heads towards the kitchen to check on dinner that she had placed in the crock pot.

After turning it down a bit so it wouldnt burn, she makes her way back towards the living room waddling like a duck as she walks. She swore she had to be carrying a boy with as big as her stomach is at the moment. But everyone seems to think a girl, but Rosita just has that feeling a feeling that wasn't going away. But those thoughts quickly fled her mind as she set down on the couch before slowly laying down on her side. Pulling the blanket down over her and adjusting the pillow under her head. It doesn't take long before she drifts right off to sleep with one hand resting over her tummy.

When four o clock rolled around, Rosita had no idea that Abraham was home or that he was sitting on the couch now. Massaging her swollen piggies if he knew what she had been doing all day she would probably get blasted for it. But being in full fledge nesting mode she really couldn't help it she felt like everything needed to be changed and moved. But as if on cue she feels somethng that feels like a elbow being jabbed into her bladder. She flinches a bit but slowly rolls over on her back and the baby continues to jab at her tummy. Which in Rosita's mind ment one thing Abraham was home. She smirks a bit when she hears him humming a song he had heard, but her smirk grew when she felt him massaging her feet. Normally she would be a little upset at being woken up but she couldn't be angry not at him for this.

"What song are you humming hon I think our little one likes it."

She slowly opens her eyes and gives him a small smile before she glances down watching him massage her feet before she begins to speak in a soft voice.

"Hmmm that feels good dinner should be almost ready I made sure to put it in the crock pot... It's been cooking since about a hour or so after you left this morning."

She didn't really feel like moving the massage he was giving her feet felt heavenly but she knew she would have to get up in a little while and check on dinner.

"How did your visit go with your kids hon? I'm sure they had fun.".
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braham gave a small smile as his wife awakened from her slumber. She awakened peacefully, like a woman in love as opposed to the grumpy, hormonal, pregnant woman whose sleep had been interrupted. He wasn't sure if it was because he was rubbing her feet or if she was just in a good mood today, but either way, it was nice to not be at the firing end of her hot Latina temper today. Pregnancy hormones could really rile up a girl, Abe had discovered.

"What song are you humming hon I think our little one likes it." She asked him, and he smiled. "That song on the radio. Bitches." He said, remembering the song that had been playing earlier in the car. "I got bitches all on my dick and everyday, suckin' on my balls, lickin' on my balls. Bitches, they know, stick it in they booty hole. My balls, my balls, suck on my balls." He sang, poorly, in his signature southern drawl. He sang to the baby, to remind Rosita what the song was, but also to amuse himself. Because that song was damn hilarious. He was glad his kid seemed to like it. This baby was going to have his sense of humor, he was sure of it. It'd only be a little weird if it was a girl with his sense of humor, as everyone had been predicting so far.

"Hmmm that feels good dinner should be almost ready I made sure to put it in the crock pot... It's been cooking since about a hour or so after you left this morning." Rosita said, and Abe inhaled dramatically, smelling the delicious meal simmering on the counter. "What are ya makin'?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Stew? Pork chops? Chicken? Pulled Pork?" He asked teasingly, playing with her feet as he did so. He was starving just smelling the stuff, but he wasn't going to tell Rosita that. They wouldn't eat until she was ready. There was a lot to be done still, and he was sure that even though the food had been in the crock pot all day, it still had a good bit of time left to cook.

"How did your visit go with your kids hon? I'm sure they had fun." Rosita asked, and Abe nodded. "I took 'em to mini golf. Becca was having a hard time keeping her head out of her phone but AJ is a talented little shit. He almost beat me. And I wasn't going easy on him." He laughed and shook his head as he did. "That boy's going to be a sports star." He said, puffing his chest up with pride. "How was your day? Did you get to call your mother back?" He asked, remembering how he had taken a message from Rosita's mother a few days prior. She was getting worried, knowing that the baby was coming, and she was antsy. She wanted to drive up when they thought the baby was coming, but the due date was a week away yet, and Abraham was hoping that his mother in law would wait as long as possible to interrupt their life with their new little bundle of joy. Nevertheless, the woman was insatiable, and wouldn't be appeased until she had heard her daughter's voice on the line telling her to stay at home.

Abraham inhaled and took both of Rosita's feet in his hands. He leaned down and kissed them before concluding his massage and standing up. "Well, I've got to go take a shit. You stay there. You are not supposed to be doing any work around the house and I am going to hold you to that. You just keep cookin' that baby til it's medium well and I will cater to your every whim while you do that." He said before taking a slight bow and walking out of the room towards the bathroom. "Oh, and call your mother!" He shouted over his shoulder as a reminder. "I can't listen to any more of her damn voicemails." He mumbled to himself as he shut the door to the bathroom, shuddering as he remembered the sound of Mrs. Espinosa nagging him through the phone lines.

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Rosita awoke from her slumber peaceful and happy she had missed her husband while he was gone. And it really felt good knowing he was on leave and would be able to bond with the baby before he had to leave again. She knew during the pregnancy that she had been extremly moody and some would say that she has been a bitch but pregnancy hormones would do that to anyone. Plus with her hot latina temper it didn't make good for anyone or anything. She had to admit though with him rubbing her feet it felt amazing and she even wiggled her toes and giggled when he hit a ticklish spot.

"What song are you humming hon I think our little one likes it."

And in truth it did feel like the baby liked it almost felt like the baby was dancing around in her tummy while Abe hummed along. But she also knew by the way the baby had dropped that it wasn't going to be long now. And she would probably end up in the hospital before the week was over. She allows her eyes to roam over Abe for a moment before she listens to him sing rather pouring in that sexy southern drawl of his.

"That song on the radio. Bitches. I got bitches all on my dick and everyday, suckin' on my balls, lickin' on my balls. Bitches, they know, stick it in they booty hole. My balls, my balls, suck on my balls."

Rosita couldn't help but laugh and it wasn't really because of the song it was just listening to Abe and the way he sung it that tickled her. She reaches up and brushes her hair from her face before she begins to speak.

"I should of known *laughs a bit* I think our baby is going to have daddy's sense of humor which only leads me to believe even more that this little one is definitely a little boy. Because if we have a daughter and she has that sense of humor we are all in trouble."

Rostia laughs once more the nap that she had taken plus him rubbing her feet had refreshed her and made her feel amazing. She smirks at him letting him know she is only teasing before she mentioned about dinner being ready soon. She knew her husband had a huge apetite and he was more then likely hungry but just wouldn't say anything.

"Actually I made pot roast with carrots, onions and potatos, I have home made bisquits as well I just need to put them on the pan and in the oven. And we have apple pie for dessert and some vanilla ice cream in the fridge."

She couldn't help but smile as she watched him sniff the air breathing in the wonderful aroma of the food that she is cooking. She allows her eyes to roam over him for a moment before she begins to speak.

"How did your visit go with your kids hon? I'm sure hey had fun."

And deep down she knew that they did they always seemed to have fun when they were with their dad. And she would never once step between him and his children and she was glad that he got to spend as much time with his children as he possibly can.

"Mini golf sounds like fun, I know i have no say but maybe when you have something planned for your visits maybe she should leave her phone at home. I know kids these days would be lost with out it but we can rely on our phones for everything. *smirks* Sounds like someone is going to be like his daddy one day seems like he already has your talent down pat which isn't a bad thing at all."

She slowly rubs her tummy while allowing her eyes to roam over her husband she was proud to be married Abe. Knowing that he loves his children and doesnt mind defending his country only makes her love him more. Hearing about her mother, she snaps her fingers and shakes her head as she speaks.

"Damnit I knew I forgot something, I got tired after everything and before I could call her back I passed out hon I'm sorry I know my mom has been blowing up your phone. She is just worried thats all and she doesn't want to miss being one of the first to see her grandchild."

Another person Rosita was anxious to see was her sister and her nephew who is so adorably chubby and always likes to hold on to his aunty's leg when they are walking along. She knew her family was anxious with the impending birth and she also knew his family was as well. She wasn't sure how his son and daughter felt about their daughter having another child, but she hoped that they were happy as well.

She giggles softly when she feels him kiss her feet before she feels him set her feet on the floor before she he stands up. She shakes her head and laughs a bit as she begins to speak with a small smirk.

"Oh lord since your about to drop a huge bomb in the toilet make sure you take the lysol or something with you. Last time you stunk the bathroom up for over a hour made me afraid to go in there. And ok hon I will call my mother, when your done can you take a peak at the food and once its almost done put the bisquits in the oven please. I'll give you plenty of kisses when your done."

She gives him a small smile and watches him head into the bathroom, before she reaches over and picks up her bottle of water. She raises it too her lips and swallows some down, before she recaps it and sets it back on the table. Sitting up a bit she places a hand on her stomach and slowly rubs it before she reaches over and grabs her phone. Searching for her moms number she clicks on it before she holds it to her ear. Listening to the phone ring she leans her head back before she hears her moms voice on the other end.

"Hey mom... yea I am sorry I didnt call you back I took me a nap this morning and just woke up not to long ago. I promise I am fine everything is going well the baby has dropped and I have a feeling I will be at the hospital before the week is over. Yes mom Abraham is taking really good care of me I promise."

The conversation continues as Rosita sighs a bit she loves her mother but sometimes her mother was over protective. She always had to make sure Abraham was taking care of her and everything. Which Rosita didn't have any complaints Abraham was definitely taking care of her and she appreciated everything he has done for her.
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Abraham Ford
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braham was mildly amused that Rosita didn't even flinch when she heard the contents of the song he was humming. Most women would have flinched at the lyrics, and been annoyed that Abe was corrupting their baby before it was even born. But Rosita clearly didn't care that much. "I should of known." She said, with a laugh. "I think our baby is going to have daddy's sense of humor which only leads me to believe even more that this little one is definitely a little boy. Because if we have a daughter and she has that sense of humor we are all in trouble." Abe shook his head. "I don't know. I've always liked a girl with a dirty mouth." He said flirtatiously, wiggling Rosita's feet in his hands as he said it. He realized after the words left his mouth that maybe what he had just said wasn't the best thing to say about his own potential child. But it was too late to take it back now. "Are you sure we were right to not find out the damn gender?" He asked Rosita. They had the option so many times over, but had opted to go the neutral route. The nursery was all yellow and green so it would work no matter what gender the little brat popped out as. But while Abe liked surprises, He hated the constant guessing game everyone was doing. Not just he and Rosita, either. Coworkers and neighbors all had their own theories. "She's carrying low: it's got to be a boy!" One neighbor said the other day. Abe's mother knew a bit more about Rosita's pregnancy. "If she's craving watermelons, It [i]has to be a girl. Pink foods mean pink outfits!"[/i] Abraham had a feeling that wasn't even a thing at all, but his mother was old and set in her ways. She wasn't about to change her mindset for actual science now. The worst part was, all of these people with their bullshit reasons as to what gender this kid was going to be were all going to feel like their "science" was validated the second that baby popped out in their favor. And they all have a 50/50 shot. Half of them would have some newfound belief that they were psychic just because they made a lucky damn guess.

"Actually I made pot roast with carrots, onions and potatos, I have home made bisquits as well I just need to put them on the pan and in the oven. And we have apple pie for dessert and some vanilla ice cream in the fridge." Rosita said and Abraham grinned. "Mmmm. Delicious." He said, opting to leave out the fact that she should not be making food right now. Then, he did a double take. "Wait a minute. Did you just say the ice cream was in the fridge?" He said, a mild panic setting in at the future of his dessert. "Please tell me that the pregnancy brain was you forgetting what a freezer was called and not that you accidentally moved the ice cream to the fridge." The ice cream could not be soup when he went to scoop it onto his ice cream. That was not how it was done. It would ruin everything. No, the heat of the pie had to melt the ice cream, so there was still the cold/hot combination and the hope that there would still be some bits of frozen goodness to combine with the apple pastry in every bite.

"Mini golf sounds like fun, I know i have no say but maybe when you have something planned for your visits maybe she should leave her phone at home. I know kids these days would be lost with out it but we can rely on our phones for everything. Sounds like someone is going to be like his daddy one day seems like he already has your talent down pat which isn't a bad thing at all." Abraham shook his head. "As long as she's hanging out at all I don't mind. She took some selfies to document the whole thing. I'll let Ellen deal with the demands. She has to see them all the time. I don't want to start being the bad guy now and start shitting all over her parade. Ellen can be the shitter and I'll keep my asshole plugged so they want to keep coming to see me." He replied to the first part of Rosita's remark. He didn't give a shit about the united parent front. They weren't united. He and Ellen couldn't make it work, so they divorced and he married better. Ellen had battled for majority of custody. So she got to have all of the shit that went with it. Abe nodded at the second part of Rosita's statement, smiling proudly. AJ was going to be like his dad. He wasn't Abe Jr. for nothing.

"Damnit I knew I forgot something, I got tired after everything and before I could call her back I passed out hon I'm sorry I know my mom has been blowing up your phone. She is just worried thats all and she doesn't want to miss being one of the first to see her grandchild." Abe shrugged. "I can understand that. But interrupting all of my shit every 10 minutes isn't the most pleasant way to go about that." He said in response. He knew his parents were just as eager, but they'd come when he called them and not a minute before. It probably helped that they'd been through a few grandchildren already and knew the drill by now.

"Oh lord since your about to drop a huge bomb in the toilet make sure you take the lysol or something with you. Last time you stunk the bathroom up for over a hour made me afraid to go in there. And ok hon I will call my mother, when your done can you take a peak at the food and once its almost done put the bisquits in the oven please. I'll give you plenty of kisses when your done." Abraham laughed. "All right." He said, grabbing the can of Lysol from off of the Kitchen counter before heading into the bathroom to drop the deuce of the century.

What commenced was a lot of grunting and groaning, as Abraham read the highlights of the National Geographic in the bathroom. Oh, a cheetah devouring a gazelle? Excellent pooping material. He was certain Rosita would be glad that she was talking to her mother right about now, instead of being forced to overhear his bowel-releasing moans. After the shit was completed, and the brown turn had made its final splash in the water below, Abraham sighed. But, he had to stay in the bathroom for another ten minutes while he finished reading an article about kingfishers that he was currently engrossed in. Who knew that the female kingfishers were the colorful ones? That was unusual, for sure.

15-20 minutes after his shit had started, Abraham finally was able to leave the bathroom. His massive log had clogged the toilet, and he'd spent a good three minutes after his article pressing his turd to the business end of a plunger. The thing finally flushed, which was a relief, but after he washed his hands and turned to march out of the bathroom, he had to do a double take as he realized the smell was exiting with him. After all the commotion, he'd forgotten to use the Lysol he'd brought in with him. The last thing Abe wanted was to give Rosita something to scream about, especially at this point in the game. Abe sprayed the bathroom until he was satisfied that the smell of shit was replaced by lemongrass or whatever artificial shit this thing smelled like. And then he made his way out to the kitchen to put the biscuits into the oven. They were waiting on the counter for him. Unfortunately, he forgot to double check the fridge for accidental ice cream until he had returned to the living room and sat down. Well, he would just have to hope for the best, he supposed. He waited until his bride pressed the end button on her phone before speaking up. "What did your mother have to say today?" He asked, trying not to betray how annoying he thought her mother was being this week, but probably failing. He had not been a big fan of her mother these past few months. She was too annoying. Too judgmental. Too overprotective. And she was probably doomed to continued being this way until either she died or this kid moved out on their own. 18 years from now. Abe tried his hardest not to sigh. Mrs. Espinosa was just exhausting. Good thing Rosita was a Ford now.

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Rosita simply smirked at Abraham as she glances over at him as she heard the contents of the song. Sure she knew other woman wouldn't want their child born or unborn to be subjected to that type of music. But then again they didn't know Abraham's sense of humor, that sense of humor is one thing that drew her too him. That and the fact that he looked so handsome in his uniform what girl wouldn't go nuts for a man in uniform. She laughs a bit as she mentions their child having Abraham's sense of humor. And she wasn't wrong if their little one was a little girl and she had Abraham's sense of humor. The world would definitely need to watch out because their is no telling what the child would say when she gets older.

Hearing him mention that he has always like a girl with a dirty mouth, Rosita looks over at him and sure he was referring to their child. She couldn't help but laugh when he wiggled her feet in his hands, she shakes her head and a small smile graces her lips as she begins to speak. While allowing her eyes to roam slowly over her handsome husband a hint of amusement in her voice.

"All I know is if our child has your sense of humor and my temper the world better watch out because were all in trouble. Who knows what this child's first words will be or what our parents will think if she says Dick or Balls."

Rosita laughs a bit at the at their child talking like their daddy, she shakes her head a bit and smirks over at Abraham while allowing her eyes to roam over him. She loved the feel of his hands massaging her feet. They hurt so bad and the swelling was really getting on her nerves but thankfully she was in the 9th month and soon they would be holding their baby. Rosita had planned on a at home birth, the midwife would be coming. Sure her mother didn't like this idea but this was up to her and Abraham not her mother.

"You know i love surprises I just thought that maybe with our first that it would be fun waiting until our baby was born to find out what were having. I know it is hard to wait and trust me there has been times that I want to ask the doctor but I just want it to be a surprise this time Abraham."

She knew everyone had been trying to figure out weather or not she is having a girl or a boy. Her mother also had her fair share of trying to figure it out as well, her mother seems to think their are twins roasting around in her tummy. A little boy and a little girl, but the doctor has already said that their was only one baby. Her mother had done the same thing before her nephew was born, she thought her sister was having twins but it turned out to be a handsome little boy. She knew Abraham hated waiting, she knew he would much rather know now. But she was glad that he was able to humor her and allow her this surprise for their first born.

"Hang on hon *giggles a bit* The ice cream is in the freezer I promise you will not have ice cream soup with your pie. The whole Fridge thing was just a slip of the tongue gotta remember i just woke up a little while ago besides I wouldn't make that kind of mistake anyway."

She knew Abraham was also thinking that she shouldn't of been up making dinner and in many ways he would be right. But she had taken a chair and set down while she was cutting up the carrots and potato's and onions and didn't stand until she had too. Reaching up she brushes her pig tails over her shoulders and allows her eyes to roam over Abraham for a moment before she begins to speak.

"Mini golf sounds like fun, I know i have no say but maybe when you have something planned for your visits maybe she should leave her phone at home. I know kids these days would be lost with out it but we can rely on our phones for everything. Sounds like someone is going to be like his daddy one day seems like he already has your talent down pat which isn't a bad thing at all."

Sure she shouldn't stick her nose in the way him and his ex wife allowed their kids to act, but Rosita did see it as being disrespectful to Abraham. But she wouldn't comment on it, it wasn't her place and they weren't her kids. She closes her eyes and yawns for a moment before she begins to speak in a soft voice.

"I can understand that hon, at least you are able to see the kids and that is what matters most. And as long as they are having fun that is what count's in my opinion even if your ex doesn't think so."

She knew she had made him happy about the remark towards AJ, she gives him a small smile when she saw that smile. She knew that he was proud of his son and she had a feeling AJ was going to be a heart breaker just like his daddy as well. But when he mentioned about her mother Rosita sighs a bit and sits up on the couch a bit as she begins to speak.

"Damnit I knew I forgot something, I got tired after everything and before I could call her back I passed out hon I'm sorry I know my mom has been blowing up your phone. She is just worried that's all and she doesn't want to miss being one of the first to see her grandchild."

Rosita brushes her hair from her face as she glances over at Abraham hearing him mention about her mother interrupting him. She had to admit her mother was extremely good at nagging Abraham and she had gotten good at annoying Rosita as of late. No amount of love or anything else would keep her from agitating Rosita not at this point. Sure their were already a couple of grand kids for her mother to love but this was the first grandchild that Rosita has given her. And she can understand her mothers point of view but she just wished her mom would sit back and let her and Abraham do this with out her constantly nagging.

"Oh lord since your about to drop a huge bomb in the toilet make sure you take the Lysol or something with you. Last time you stunk the bathroom up for over a hour made me afraid to go in there. And ok hon I will call my mother, when your done can you take a peak at the food and once its almost done put the biscuits in the oven please. I'll give you plenty of kisses when your done."

She giggles while waving her hand in front of her nose letting him know that she definitely didn't want that stench through out the house. She laughs as she hears him say all right before he grabs the Lysol and heads off to the bathroom. And hopefully this time he didn't plug up the toilet with the logs he has been dropping lately. Rosita could swear that if they dropped one of those things as a bomb they would kill all the bad guys with one log of shit. While Abraham was in the bathroom Rosita did put the biscuits in the pan and covered them with a food net so no bugs got in them. Afterwards she layed back down on the couch and called her mom.

She was so relieved when she finally saw Abe come out of the bathroom not only does she have to pee but her mother was getting on her nerves. Right at this point she didn't care how the bathroom smelled or anything she really had to go. After clicking the off button on the phone, she sets the phone aside and looks over at him as she speaks.

"Thank god I think my bladder is about to bust, please hold that thought hon."

Rosita makes her way to her feet and quickly waddles her way to the bathroom, she knew that the bathroom probably smelled despite the Lysol. But she didn't rightfully care she really had to pee once inside she quickly pulls her dress up before she lowers her self down onto the toilet. And soon it sounded like a flood being released into the water she hadn't even taken the time to close the bathroom door that's how bad she had to go. A little while later after wiping herself and flushing the toilet, she slowly makes her way back into the living room as she speaks.

"That feels so much better and thank you for putting the biscuits in the oven hon. As for my momma what didn't she said, I told her just to stay at home until we call I don't think I could deal with her right now if I tried. Don't get me wrong I love my momma but she knows just how to push my buttons while I'm pregnant."

And it was true it was like her momma knew just what to say to make Rosita feel bad or the questions she asked about the baby. It was really none of her mothers business, sure this is her grand kid, but this was hers and Abraham's baby no one else's but theirs and theirs alone..
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o to be clear: The pregnancy brain was you saying there was ice cream in the fridge, not you correctly recollecting putting the ice cream in the fridge, correct?" Abraham asked in confirmation. The last thing he wanted was ice cream soup. Sure, he could have plain pie but a la mode was much better.

Abe returned from the bathroom just in time for Rosita to hop back up again and race in there. "Thank god I think my bladder is about to bust, please hold that thought hon." She said as she ran towards the bathroom. Hopefully he'd used enough Lysol. The last thing he needed was for Rosita to start vomiting too. Or worse, come out and start nagging him about having not used the Lysol he brought in. He loved Rosita, but pregnancy had amplified her nagging tenfold. He had to stifle a laugh watching her waddle back into the living room. It was so cute to see her waddle like a damn penguin. He knew she hated how difficult walking had become, but it was amusing to watch, for sure.

"That feels so much better and thank you for putting the biscuits in the oven hon. As for my momma what didn't she said, I told her just to stay at home until we call I don't think I could deal with her right now if I tried. Don't get me wrong I love my momma but she knows just how to push my buttons while I'm pregnant." Rosita explained and Abraham nodded in agreement. He could certainly empathize with that, as ever since Rosita had gotten pregnant her mother had learned just how to push Abe's buttons as well. "Hey, Where are my kisses?" He asked, eyebrows raising. "I was promised kisses for that tedious biscuit task." He said, laying it on thick. The biscuit thing was easy as pie and he would have done it without a reward. But since his darling bride had offered him one... well he wasn't about to turn it down. He wished that he could jump his wife right now and get a quickie going, but he knew sex this late in a pregnancy could trigger an early labor, and that was the last thing he wanted. Abraham wanted this baby to pop out when it was good and ready. Fully cooked, even. He didn't want his baby to pop out any less than well done, otherwise it might have eight toes or something like that.

Before Rosita could give him his well-deserved kisses, a ding rang out from the kitchen. Abraham frowned slightly. Was that the dinner bell? Were the biscuits going to burn? It didn't necessarily sound familiar to him, but then again, he hadn't been paying full attention. He sighed. "You can take care of that shit first." He said, giving Rosita permission to avoid kissing him. After all, if it was food the last thing he wanted was for anything to get burned. That was exactly what happened when he cooked dinner and it was not something he was too keen on happening now. That's why Rosita did all of the cooking. Well, that, and she knew how to season food like a professional. That was always a plus.

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“I promise you it was just my pregnancy brain speaking the ice cream is in the freezer hon. I might be pregnant but I haven’t lost my mind yet, putting the ice cream in the fridge would just defeat the purpose of a nice a la mode. And I know how much you like ice cream on your pie hon so pregnant or not I wouldn’t ruin that.”

She laughs a bit as she looks over at her ginger haired husband, she loved his sense of humor and she loves the way he loves her in general. They say it’s the little things that means the most and who ever came up with that notion was more than accurate. Most husbands wouldn’t do the things that Abraham has done while Rosita has been pregnant and the foot massages were amazing. And she also loved the way he would help her out around the house instead of making her do all the work. Sure Rosita is no stranger to work, things have just gotten harder for her since she has been pregnant with her feet swelling and all.

“Thank god I think my bladder is about to bust, please hold that thought hon."

Rosita had said those words the moment Abe had returned from the bathroom she gets up off the couch as quick as she can while pregnant. And half waddle half runs towards the bathroom half the top she figured their son or daughter just loved abusing her bladder. Luckily, he had used Lysol when he had finished in the bathroom it didn’t smell as bad as she thought. Once she had finished her bladder feeling much better and less likely to bust now. Rosita glances over towards Abraham knowing he often laughed at the way she walked and for a while there it got to her because she knew she looked funny. But now whenever he laughs she sometimes laughs right along with him. After all it is funny that she looks like duck or a penguin with the way she waddles. Glancing over and noticing that he put the biscuits in the oven she smiles as she begins to speak.

"That feels so much better and thank you for putting the biscuits in the oven hon. As for my momma what didn't she said, I told her just to stay at home until we call I don't think I could deal with her right now if I tried. Don't get me wrong I love my momma but she knows just how to push my buttons while I'm pregnant."

And she wasn’t lying her momma knew exactly how to push her buttons, she sometimes made comments about Abe that really upset Rosita. Abraham has always taken care of her and she knows that he has gotten even more protective since she has been pregnant. If it wasn’t for Abe she probably wouldn’t have been able to do this by herself. But hearing his comment a small smirk graces her lips as she begins to speak.

“That’s right I did promise you kisses didn’t I… Well I guess I am going to have to pay up now aren’t I.”

She grins over at him playfully sure the biscuit task had been extremely easy and she knew she had offered him plenty of kisses if he put the biscuits in the oven. The last few weeks of her pregnancy the sex has slacked off, she knew he didn’t want to cause her to go into labor early but she did want him. Sex was one thing that was always amazing between the pair. There was no question about that. A quickie before dinner was one of their favorite things while her pregnancy was still early. Sometimes she had allowed oral sex and that was something she wasn’t against because she knew he needed some relief as well.

Right before she was about to deliver those much deserved kisses to her handsome ginger haired husband. Right before her lips could meet his, a low ding rang out from the kitchen. Rosita arches a brow and glances towards the kitchen. Hmm must be the bell on the crock pot, when he gives her permission to take care of their dinner. She nods her head and gets up slowly from the couch before she makes her way into the kitchen. Once she has finished checking their dinner and turning it down a little bit so she didn’t over cook the meat. She makes her way back into the living room before she begins to speak in a soft voice.

“Now how about I give you those kisses handsome the meat will be cooking another 15 minutes or so that is if you still want those kisses."
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braham had to stifle another giggle as Rosita waddled away from him to the kitchen. If he couldn't get a smooch from the lady, at least he could watch her penguin walk to the kitchen to deal with whatever had stopped her from smooching him. He often wondered if mother penguins waddled as dramatically as Rosita did when they were pregnant. Or ducks. Or other things that waddled normally. Did they look even funnier when the walked pregnant? He supposed they didn't get pregnant in the same way, but still. They had to be filled up with some eggs before they laid them, right? Did that change the way they walked? Abraham sighed for he did not know. But he was glad that this was the sort of thing he was able to think about now, instead of anything life or death. That would be so unfortunate, wouldn't it?

“Now how about I give you those kisses handsome the meat will be cooking another 15 minutes or so that is if you still want those kisses." Abraham chuckled and nodded, pulling his wife closer to him. But before she could kiss him, he paused. "Why is the meat cooking 15 more minutes? I thought the timer just went off on the crock pot." He asked, wondering if this was another case of pregnancy brain or if Rosita had just set it to go off 15 minutes early for some reason.

After his brain was finally settled, he finally allowed Rosita to kiss him. It was very pleasant and he let out a contented sigh as she did. "So, How does that baby feel?" He asked his wife when she was done. "When do you think we're gonna pop?" He asked, grinning. "I'd bet that damn thing sits and cooks another week, just to be stubborn like his old man." He joked, giving Rosita a playful tickle in her armpit.

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Rosita knew her handsome husband wanted to laugh at the way she was walking and truth be told she has found her own self laughing sometimes. Sometimes she wondered much like Abraham if ducks naturally waddled of if having all those eggs inside of them made them waddle even more. When Rosita got pregnant she had only weighed about 110 pounds soak and wet, and in her 9th month she has gained roughly 70 pounds. She has been doing pregnancy yoga and various other things to keep herself in shape while pregnant. Rosita knew from the moment she met Abraham that the pair would always be together and she was right.

“Now how about I give you those kisses handsome the meat will be cooking another 15 minutes or so that is if you still want those kisses."

Rosita giggled a bit as she allowed him to pull her close to him, slipping her arms around his neck she looks up at him but it stopped when he begins to speak.

"Why is the meat cooking 15 more minutes? I thought the timer just went off on the crock pot."

Rosita looks up at him and allows her eyes to search his for a moment bfore a small smirk graces her lips as she begins to speak.

"That was a timer for something else hon dont worry everything is ok. I am pregnant i am not scatter brained you know."

Rosita stares up at him and once she is sure that he has been fully satisfied by her answer she raises up on her tip toes and places a iss on his lips. She always loved how his mustache tickled her lips whe never he kissed her. Once the kiss breaks she gives him a small smile as she begins to speak while allowing her fingers to grlide over his muscular neck and shoulders.

"You know I never have any complaints on your kisses those kisses still turn me on 9 months pregnant or not."

She laughs a bit and then hears his next set of questions, she brushes a stray piece of hair from her face before placing her arms back around his neck as she speaks.

"Me and the baby are feeling really good hon, despite my feet swell and this nagging pain that I have been having in my back I'm feeling good. And who knows it could be today, tonight, or could be next week. To be honest I am kind of hoping that I have the baby sometime today or tomorrow. I am so anxious to hold him or her in my arms and I know you are just as axious as I am. But you know a little rough sex wouldn't hurt it would put me along and make our baby come sooner which wouldnt be a bad thing. Our child is fully cooked I think and besides I am anxious to see if he or she comes out with a head full of red hair or black hair."

She knew that he is just as anxious as she is, and to be honest she couldn't wait to see if she is going to have a handsome little baby boy or even a beautiful little girl. Either way as long as the baby was happy, health, and had 10 fingers and 10 toes Rosita knew that they would both be blessed..
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R
osita was being nothing but confusing. He knew that pregnancy brain was a real thing. He'd seen it with Ellen before he'd met Rosita and he'd seen it with Rosita now. He had heard the bell for the crockpot go off. It was a very distinct sound. There was no way that he could have mistaken that. And yet, somehow Rosita let the following words pour out of her mouth. "That was a timer for something else hon dont worry everything is ok. I am pregnant i am not scatter brained you know." He blinked several times in confusion. Pregnancy brain... was being scatter brained. It was the blood that was supposed to be circulating throughout your body making a detour to the adorable little parasite growing in your uterus before it reached your brain. It was forgetting things here and there or mixing things up or not being able to focus on the task at hand. It seemed like Rosita was having pregnancy brain... about pregnancy brain.

Abraham wasn't about to fight his wife on the matter, however. If she said the meat wasn't done then the meat wasn't done. Maybe she'd set the timer too early, or maybe she figured the meat could afford another few minutes while she gave Abraham some much-deserved kisses. He relaxed, knowing even tough meat was better than no meat. Especially when the biscuits were certain to not be messed up. He allowed Rosita to peck him on the lips and met her smile with a smile of his own. "You know I never have any complaints on your kisses those kisses still turn me on 9 months pregnant or not." Rosita said to him. He let out a flirtatious chuckle and put his arms around her waist as best he could with that large belly in front of her. "From what I've heard just about everything I do turns you on no matter how pregnant you are." He purred, leaning in close to kiss her again. He wasn't entirely sure how a mere peck on the lips was sexy enough to turn her on, but hey. Sometimes it was the simple things. Besides, Rosita's horniness had been cranked up to a 10 ever since he'd put that bun in the oven. Pregnancy hormones just did that to some people. It was something that Abraham was not at liberty to complain about, even if he'd had to be abstinent these past few months to avoid an early delivery of some kind.

"Me and the baby are feeling really good hon, despite my feet swell and this nagging pain that I have been having in my back I'm feeling good. And who knows it could be today, tonight, or could be next week. To be honest I am kind of hoping that I have the baby sometime today or tomorrow. I am so anxious to hold him or her in my arms and I know you are just as axious as I am. But you know a little rough sex wouldn't hurt it would put me along and make our baby come sooner which wouldnt be a bad thing. Our child is fully cooked I think and besides I am anxious to see if he or she comes out with a head full of red hair or black hair." Abraham smiled and watched Rosita's mouth move as she rambled on and on. She had perfectly shaped lips and he loved watching the shapes they made. When she was finished, Abraham nodded, satisfied enough to respond. "I don't know that we want to be rough to the little guy," He caught himself. "Or girl." He wasn't allowed to get his hopes up for either one, as they'd kept it a surprise. The last thing he wanted was to see a little bundle of joy and be upset that it wasn't the gender he'd been hoping for. "Besides, I'm afraid any rough sex would give 'em an indent right on the top of their head." He said, both amused and disturbed by the visual that thought gave him.

"Want to make a bet?" Abraham said suddenly, breaking apart from the hug the two were standing in to find a paper and a pen. "Red or Black hair. Born today or tomorrow. Boy or girl. How many pounds." He said each category out loud as he wrote them down. "Okay. You and I both need a different answer for each category. Whoever is closer gets a point. The person with the most points gets to make the other their slave the first day you are feeling up to it." Abraham said, a smirk on his face. "I think we'll need one more category, in case this shit is split down the middle." He looked up at Rosita. "Any ideas?"

After Rosita had picked another category, Abe started writing his own predictions down. "I think this little bugger is gonna be a redhead. Neither of my other kids got my hair, but I'm feelin' good about kid number three." He said with a smirk, marking it down on his paper. "And based on the size of your bump, and the size of me, this kid has got to be 10 or 11 pounds coming out. Big baby. Guaranteed," He said, marking it down for official purposes. "Your pick." He looked up at his woman, grinning. He was glad that he and Rosita still found ways to have fun, even with a baby due to pop any minute now.

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The timer that had went off in the kitchen had been the timer she had set to remind her to take her vitamins for the day. She hasn’t been able to take them in the morning because the vitamins have been known to make her sick first thing. So, the doctor had told her taking them later in the day was fine just not too late but today she had just forgotten about them. She knew how it might look to Abraham but it was either take the medication later in the day or not be able to eat in the morning. While she had been in the kitchen she had checked on the meat as well, it was almost done and needed a few minutes more to cook. She wasn’t about to serve her husband or her baby undercooked meat. Sure, she knew that being pregnant she had forgotten where she has put stuff down at. Like one day she had lost her keys and couldn’t figure out where she had put them down at. And Abraham had found them in the fridge that had been a rather embarrassing day to know that she had stuck her keys in the fridge. Not to mention she had even told Abraham that she was going to fix stew one night and when he got home she had cooked something altogether different.

Ok so maybe she shouldn’t have even tried to mention anything about being scatter brained and pregnant. Because now that she thought about it, some people do end up kind of scatter brained while pregnant and she has been forgetting little details here and there. She sighs a bit and glances down realizing how stupid she sounded a few moments ago. She glances over at Abraham for a moment before she slowly rubs her tummy a bit. She was still feeling those twinges in her back every so often and she couldn’t help but wonder if those twinges were a sign of things to come. After rubbing her tummy for a moment, she reaches behind her and gently rubs her lower back. If she goes into labor tonight her mother was going to be so mad that she didn’t agree for her to come on up and stay with them until the baby was born.

“I did check the meat while I was in their hon it wasn’t quite done it just needed a few more minutes. I don’t want to feed you under cooked meet hon and take the chance of making you or myself and our little one sick.”

After she places a kiss on his lips she looks up with a small smile before she compliments him on his kisses. Sure, most people wouldn’t understand it but it was something about the little things that he did or how he kissed her that made her happy or turned her on. But they did, she wasn’t even sure if Abraham understood it either but at least the fire and passion they have for each other still burns bright.

“From what I've heard just about everything I do turns you on no matter how pregnant you are."

She heard that flirtatious purr in his voice before the pair kiss once more, she stretches up against him and wraps her arms around his neck while the kiss continues. She was right he didn’t understand that it was the little things that made the most difference to her, even the times when he would bring her flowers or just tell her he loves her only served to swell her heart and make her love him more and more. But the little touches and kisses always made her heart speed up and made her body crave more, maybe it was hormones or maybe she just craved her husband’s good loving.

“Well what can I say hon your good at what you do.”

She knew he had been abstinent these past few months and she felt so bad for it but she had offered hand jobs or even a blow job but he turned them down. There were times when she wanted to feel his touch or feel him inside of her so bad but would stomp those feelings down and make herself take a nap or whatever.

“Me and the baby are feeling really good hon, despite my feet swell and this nagging pain that I have been having in my back I'm feeling good. And who knows it could be today, tonight, or could be next week. To be honest I am kind of hoping that I have the baby sometime today or tomorrow. I am so anxious to hold him or her in my arms and I know you are just as anxious as I am. But you know a little rough sex wouldn't hurt it would put me along and make our baby come sooner which wouldn’t be a bad thing. Our child is fully cooked I think and besides I am anxious to see if he or she comes out with a head full of red hair or black hair."

Rosita looks over at him and gives him a small smile she knew Abraham was hoping for a little boy and her mother had said she looks like she is carrying a boy. Some have said a girl but others have said a boy definitely. She knew all this waiting was torture on Abraham and she hated making him wait like this but she thought it would be fun to have the surprise when the baby was born.

“I don’t know that we want to be rough to the little guy,”

She watched Abraham catch himself she also hoped they would have a little boy a son that could take his father’s name.

“Or girl.”

Sure at one point she had wanted a little girl but now seeing how much her husband wanted a little boy she also had thoughts about a little boy. She had heard boys are cleaner and easier to take care of then girls guess they would find out.

“Besides I’m afraid any rough sex would give ‘em an indent right on top of their head.”

The look on Abraham’s face and also hearing him say those words made Rosita laugh a bit, she knew that could never happen but she understood where Abraham was coming from.

“Well that’s the first time I have ever heard that, but I understand hon it was just An idea someone had suggested to me at the doctor’s office.”

Rosita stares at her husband and a small smirk graces her lips, reaching up she brushes her hair from her beautiful face before she begins to speak.

“A bet huh what kind of a bet?”

She feels him pull away breaking the hug before he heads over and grabs a piece of paper and a pen. She arches a brow as she watches him before she understands as he begins to speak explaining the whole idea of the bet.

"Red or Black hair. Born today or tomorrow. Boy or girl. How many pounds.”

She nods her head and gives him a small smirk, she watches as he begins to fill out each category while he wrote them down.

"Okay. You and I both need a different answer for each category. Whoever is closer gets a point. The person with the most points gets to make the other their slave the first day you are feeling up to it.”

But hearing him say they might need another category, she thinks about it for a moment and taps her chin before she begins to speak.

“Ok we have hair color, when born, sex and how many pounds, how about bald or with hair.”

Rosita smirks over at him and watches him begin to pick his choices she could see how excited she is and she couldn’t help but glow with happiness as well. Once he was done picking she looks over at him and makes herself comfortable next to him before she begins to speak.

“Alright little one let’s see daddy has some good choices but I think you will come out with black hair.”

She marks her choice down in the correct category before she leans back a bit and rubs her belly, she thinks about it before she begins to speak while writing in the next category.

“Hmmm I kind of agree about the big baby but seeing as your daddy chose 10 or a 11 pounds I would 9 pounds. And I think our little one will most definitely be a little boy and he will definitely have a lot of hair on his head no bald babies here.”

She laughs a bit and writes down the rest of her choices before she slides the paper over towards Abe, soon the timer on the crock pot goes off as she speaks.

“Alright let me go get that and I will get the biscuits out of the oven as well.”

And with that said Rosita slowly gets up before she begins to make her way towards the kitchen but out of nowhere a splash is heard hitting the floor and Rosita stops in her tracks. She looks down as best as she can and see the water around her as she speaks.

“Umm Abraham I think my water just broke.”
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did check the meat while I was in their hon it wasn’t quite done it just needed a few more minutes. I don’t want to feed you under cooked meet hon and take the chance of making you or myself and our little one sick.” Abraham shrugged. If it was in the crock pot that meant it'd been in there all day, but hell, he wasn't a cook so what did he know? It was just a little strange that the crock pot bell had gone off and she'd checked the meat, and then not only had she returned to say that the meat wasn't done, but she'd also claimed the bell hadn't been for the crock pot at all. This baby had to be on its way soon. This was really the pinnacle of pregnancy brain; scatterbrained to a point even Ellen had never gotten to.

“Well what can I say hon your good at what you do.” Rosita said, and Abraham let out a chuckle only heard when he was laughing at a good flirtatious quip. He pulled his wife closer and kissed her on the lips once more, drinking in the scent of her. She was glowing in every way. Abraham didn't know what did it. What made women glow when they were pregnant? In reality she was sweaty and gross from walking around with what was essentially a medicine ball at all times. She was larger than she'd ever been before because there was a parasite firmly latched onto her uterine wall. And yet to Abraham, she had never looked more beautiful. He recalled feeling this way with Ellen as well, and wondered briefly if that was because pregnancy affected his mind too, only in different ways from Rosita's. Of course the thought that followed was that lots of random strangers would say the same thing to Rosita all the time. Maybe for catty women that was code for 'You're looking pregnant and horrible today', as everyone knew there was no excuse for being rude to a pregnant woman. But for Abraham, he genuinely meant it. There was an aura that surrounded Rosita in this time of her life. A legitimate glow that radiated from her skin in his eyes. And it was beautiful.

“Well that’s the first time I have ever heard that, but I understand hon it was just An idea someone had suggested to me at the doctor’s office.” Abraham scoffed slightly. "Well I know that sex can induce labor. I tried it with Ellen for AJ." He said, chuckling at the memory. Ellen was so tired of being pregnant that she'd begged Abe to sleep with her the last two weeks before delivery. It had worked, but not until the third day of trying. "I just don't think that rough sex is a good idea. You've gotten this far, I don't want anything I do in the name of being rough to hurt the newbie," He said, careful to not bring up gender again. He already had a girl and a boy in his life. Whatever this child here was, it honestly did not matter to him. He already had both worlds. He couldn't be upset either way.

Abe grinned at the terms of Rosita's bet. Slave for a day after the baby's delivery? Sold. They'd have to arrange for that day to be one where Rosita's mom played 24-hour babysitter, but he had a feeling that woman would be so infatuated with their bundle of joy that she'd try stealing the thing from them at every chance she got. "You're on." He said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Ok we have hair color, when born, sex and how many pounds, how about bald or with hair.” Abraham stopped in his tracks and blinked a few times. Bald or with hair? They already had that option covered, hadn't they? What was the point of betting on the baby's hair color if they had even a sliver of a doubt that there wouldn't be any hair at all? He chuckled, though attempted to tread lightly. He assumed it was a funny joke, but in the instance that Rosita was being genuinely serious he didn't want to shit all over her shoes. For all he knew this could be that damn pregnancy brain rearing its ugly head again. "How about eye color instead? I don't think there is a chance this thing will be bald with our genes." He suggested lightly, before marking down eye color as the last betting category on the chart. "All right, to reiterate, I think this kid will be a redhead like his daddy, with light colored eyes like blue or green. 10 or 11 pounds, if he's got any of me in him. Which he should unless you and the milkman have been keeping secrets." He shot a glance sideways at Rosita. This was a joke. He knew she'd been faithful. But he wanted to joke about it anyway. "And I think he'll be showing up tomorrow. Because he's gonna get one more free meal out of this complimentary hotel stay if he knows what's good for him." Abe grinned and passed the paper to Rosita for her guesses, purposefully leaving the gender category blank. He didn't have a guess. Sure, he'd just used male pronouns but that was for ease's sake. Call it the patriarchy at work, but male was the default setting in Abraham's mind, as horrible as it was to admit it. He watched as his bride marked off her own answers. Rosita's choices were opposite for the most part. Black hair. 9 Pounds. Boy. He laughed when she said that she thought the baby would be hairy, knowing that this time it had to be a joke. When the paper was passed back to him, he started to mark off the spots left blank. He was guessing female. Rosita was guessing that the baby was coming today, and she thought it would have darker eyes, like brown or hazel.

As Rosita got up to go tend to whatever dinged, Abe was assuming the 15 minutes extra she'd put in for the crock pot were now up, the ginger man called over to his woman, reiterating the bet in full. "All right these are the official answers: Rosita thinks it will be a dark haired, dark eyed little boy, born today, weighing in at 9 pounds. I think it will be a redhead with light eyes, a little lady, born tomorrow, weighing 10 pounds or more." He nodded once in confirmation that the info was correct. "The person who is closer to the correct answer in each of the categories gets a point. The person to get three or more points gets to make the other their slave for the day." He smiled and glanced over at his woman, who was standing in place, staring at a puddle on the ground below her. “Umm Abraham I think my water just broke.” Abraham blinked in disbelief for a moment, but his mind regained composure soon after. Shit. He thought. Guess that's one point for her then.

Abraham kicked himself into high gear, immediately going for the car keys hanging on the wall. In his frenzy he grabbed two jackets despite the spring day being rather warm, and then he dashed over to Rosita, putting his arms on her shoulders and steering her towards the door. "Little asshole couldn't even wait until after dinner." He said, his stomach rumbling on cue as if to agree. He cleared his throat, remembering the bet. "Excuse me, I meant little Miss asshole." He put one hand on the doorknob before realizing that it was only her water that had broken. She was in no pain and having no contractions, clearly. They still had some time before the hospital would even see her. He stopped, threw the jackets he'd grabbed at the stairs, and then wheeled Rosita around towards the couch and sat her down. "We're all getting ahead of ourselves here. It's going to be a few hours until the hospital will even see you, because you need to be..." He thought back with all of his might to remember the exact parameters needed when Ellen was pregnant. They'd had to go back and fourth from home with Becca because they kept going in too damn early. Jumpin' the gun, so to speak. "5 centimeters dialated. And contractions every... five minutes?" He was fairly certain that was right. "But they have to be coming every five minutes for at least an hour straight, and they ain't gonna start off that way." He said, reassuring the both of them, though his nerves and excitement mixing together to form the insane adrenaline pumping through his veins meant he might be the only one in need of reassurance. "So here is what we're gonna do." Abraham said, taking a deep breath. "You are gonna sit your ass right here and get comfy. I am gonna do all of this shit for you. Kick your feet back and relax because you're about to be in a world of hurt real soon." He said. "I will go make us a plate of dinner that we can eat before things start to get real wild and you-" He cut himself off before hopping up to get the landline from off of the counter to bring it back to Rosita. "You call your mother. At least give her the chance to get up here before you pop out a ripe one." He said, passing her the phone. He glanced down at the belly, almost as if he were x-raying the thing. "And you better hold out until tomorrow, miss. I've got a slave to make." He said, winking at Rosita. He hoped that his jokes would make her feel better, especially once shit actually started to get tough. Abraham ran out to the kitchen to assemble dinner, leaving Rosita to make her phone calls. When he re-entered the living room a few minutes later, he had two full plates of dinner and two full glasses of water that he placed on the coffee table. Nothing to do now but eat... and wait.

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Even though she was tired and her feet have been swelling Rosita has never once faltered in keeping a clean house for her and her husband. She has never once faltered in getting dinner on the table and never once she has burned anything and she wasn't about to start now. Yes the timer had gone off but the meet was steel kind of rare and she really didn't want to eat meat that still had some red coloring to it. So she wasn't lying when she had said that the meat needed a little while longer to cook because it had. She had guessed that she had set the timer a little less then what she was suppose too. But maybe once dinner was on the table and it was all perfect then no more questions would be asked about how she cooks.

And she was right Abraham was definitely good at what he did and she loves him more then anything. And that little laugh that always left his lips when he was flirting or in a flirtatious mood always got to Rosita. She went willingly into his arms as he pulled her closer, she raises up on her tip toes and slips her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. When the kiss broke she gave him a small smile, no matter how big she got while pregnant it never once turned him off and that made her happy. She had no idea what it was about her while pregnant that kept him interested. But every time she looks in the mirror all she sees is a blimp while he sees her as being beautiful. She had heard her mother comment about her glowing, and she really didn't see it sure she has had plenty of people mention it. But she didn't see it at all, and she really didn't under stand the whole pregnancy glow anyway so don't start her to lying.

Rosita hadn't meant anything by it when she had mentioned rough sex, one of the ladies had said that's the way her husband had sent her into labor with their first child. And seeing as she was getting kind of tired of being pregnant and looking like a walrus, Rosita was ready to try anything at this point. But she had never heard of sex putting a dent in the babies head that was just weird and sounded like something Abe would say. But she looks up at him and allows her eyes to meet his as she speaks.

"Yea sex is good for inducing labor hon and it was just an idea we don't have to go that route we can just let mother nature take its course. I'm sure it wont be much longer now I think our little one will be greeting us before we know it."

She gives him a small smile and gently pats his massive chest with her small hand, she knew being pregnant was going to be a challenge. It had been for her mother because according to her father her mother just didn't have child bearing hips and it always caused complications.

"I'm guessing Ellen just figured it was time to get the baby out *laughs* But yea I know I don't want to damage anything or cause any complications. So we can just wait it out hon I really need to stop listening to gossip when I go to my appointments."

She smirks a bit as she hears him call the baby a newbie and she knew that he was hoping for a boy and to be honest she was hoping for one as well she just like to tease him. But as she came up with the idea for Slave for a day, she saw the mischievous grin that graces his lips. And she knew that he definitely liked the idea of slave for a day, and she liked the idea as well especially if it was once she healed from having their baby.

"I'm glad you like my idea *smirks* We can plan it out for once I have healed from having our baby hon how does that sound to you? And I am sure my mom wouldn't mind being the baby sitter for a while day, and who knows I might wear one of my sexy costumes maybe the maid costume how does that sound?"

She knew he liked it when she wore her sexy little costumes for him, he didn't like when she wore lingerie. Yes she loved to look sexy for her man but she also didn't want to make him frustrated because some of her bras he hated unfastening. some of the hooks on her bras and who was she to try and force him. But as he started writing about their bet she knew that they had hair color and various other colors, but what if by some strange force the baby was bald it can happen or just have peach fuzz. She allows her eyes to meet her husbands before she begins to speak.

"Well the only reason I mentioned bald or with hair is because some babies are bald or just have peach fuzz on top of their head. But we can just leave it the way we got it if you don't agree with the idea hon. Alright we can do eye color that sounds like a better idea then being bald or with hair."

Once all the guessing for the little bet was done Rosita looked over at Abraham and she smirked like a Cheshire cat. She shakes her head knowing he thinks he already has this bet won but Rosita wont giving up just yet. They still had to wait for their little one to be born to find out who really wins. But when she hears the timer, she slowly gets to her feet and begins to make her way towards the kitchen. Her back had been hurting some today but she just chalked it up to her belly being so big. But the moment the gush of fluid drops onto the floor Rosita stood there perfectly still for a moment and stares down at the floor. Needless to say she was shocked, did that really just happen did her water just fucking break. But after a moment while continuing to stare at the puddle beneath her she speaks.

"Umm Abraham I think my water just broke."

She wasn't joking she wasn't shooting any bull shit her water had actually broken why couldn't the baby wait until later for her water to actually break. She could feel contractions but they weren't actually all that bad they just felt like cramps so maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. She continued to stand there not wanting to fall if she tried to move, she watches as Abraham literally kicks himself into high gear and begins to move around getting everything together. She feels him place his hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the door as she begins to speak.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean for my water to break I just didn't want to fall if I tried to move. I know you were hungry and now you can't eat and I feel like this is my fault I knew my back had been hurting but I thought it was just because I look like a fucking walrus."

Hearing his comment about the baby not waiting until after dinner she sighs a bit and looks over at him as she begins to speak.

"Well if he is anything like his daddy he wants to get out and fill his belly from his mothers milk instead of waiting for me to feed him the other way. He probably has your appetite too little ass hole all he wants to do is eat and kick the shit out of me."

Once he has his hand on the door nob she is shocked when he stops she looks up at him and arches her brow before she begins to speak once he had her sitting on the couch and she has listened to everything that he had to say.

"What do you mean we are getting all ahead of our selves and I mean I am having cramps but its nothing to write home to momma about. I know I have to dialated fully before the baby will be born."

But when she hears him mention food and her calling her momma she sighs a a bit and nods her head as she begins to speak after brushing her hair from her face.

"Alright Abe I will eat something and I will call my momma, and don't fix me too big of a plate but I will do my best to eat hon."

She props her feet up and relaxes back against the sofa, she gets ready to call her mom but she glances at Abraham and sees him staring at her stomach as if it was a big bug and he could see through it. Hearing his words she laughs a bit and slowly rubs her tummy as she begins to speak.

"We will see who makes who a slave wont we"

She laughs before she begins to call her mom, she had a feeling her mom would break ever speed record their is to make sure she gets their for the birth of this little munchkin. Her father answers on the second ring and she smiles a bit when she hears his voice before she speaks.

"Daddy I just wanted to let you know that my water broke, everything is fine i'm actually about to eat a little something before we head to the hospital. I'm not hurting just cramping a little so take your time getting here alright. I love you and mom both and I will see you both when you get here and please, please, please be careful."

As he headed off to get dinner, Rosita closes her eyes for a moment and slowly begins to rub her tummy. Upon his return she took her plate and rests it gently on her baby belly before she begins to eat. she glances over towards Abraham as she begins to speak in a soft voice while allowing her eyes to roam over him.

"My mom and dad are packing up the car and they are going to head out in a hour. Daddy said us Espinosa woman have long births so the baby might hold out until tomorrow I don't really know but it should be interesting. I still think I am going to win our bet but anything is possible hon."
XOXO

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