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Two and a half months later.
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I sighed, pushing my arms lower into the bed, trying to raise myself out of it. Gosh, where is Taylor when you need him? I mean, I'm five and a half months pregnant. I'm round as round can be, so getting out of bed on my own these days, it gets quite hard. I don't know why I just don't sleep in a chair! If this keeps up, I just might do that.
"God damn, get me up!" I shrieked, rumpling up enough strength to thrust my legs over the side of the bed. I groaned, as I felt myself begin to fall. Turning, so if I fell, I'd fall on my back, I screamed out for Taylor. I gripped the sheets of our bed, but lost them as quickly as I found them, and I fell. I hit the floor with a thunderous plop. I laid flat on my back, and sighed, "I'm sorry baby, don't worry about me. My back might be broken, but your safe." I told my baby, as I rubbed my belly softly, to let my baby know I was really okay.
"Are you alright?" Davey shrieked, as she wobbled her way into the room. She was bigger then I am, what help is she going to be to me, at the date of six and a half months pregnant. She's rounder then I am, and her ankles are so swollen, she can't even walk in shoes anymore. "Oh no, are you okay? Is the baby okay?" She held herself sturdy, as she bent slightly with an offering hand. I grabbed her hand, and she hurled me up to my feet. If it weren't for Davey, I'd still be on my ass, waiting for Taylor to get home from where ever he and Zac are. Did I tell you? Taylor and I asked Davey and Zac to move in with us, just until the babies come. This way we can help take care of each other, when the boys are gone. Goodness, thank goodness for Davey.
"Thanks. Damn, where are the boys when we need them?" I growled, dusting my butt off as Davey and I waddled through the bedroom, through the bathroom, and through the study, finally to remain in the kitchen. "What are you cooking?" I asked, running my hands over the refrigerator door.
"Does it matter, your probably craving ice cream again." She joked. I smiled, hmm, now that I think of it, I am hungry.
"Do we have any pretzel sticks?" I questioned, still attempting to yank open the refrigerator. Davey pushed herself by me, grabbed the door, and yanked it open for me. I smiled, licking my lips as I eyeballed the fridge. "The damn things empty! What do they do? Eat us out of house and home?"
"You would think so," Davey giggled from behind a cabinet, "nothing in here."
"I say we crack Tay's cookie jar and go splurge down at Shaw's."
"Really?" I nodded at her, seeing her face light up.
"Yeah, do you have any money though? Taylor would actually be alittle upset if I took the cookie jar money. I think the boys might of left us something in here." I said, shuffling around the kitchen, my feet cold from the titles on the floor. My orange marble tiles, may I add. I had them put in last month. Hmm, seems to me I get my way only when I'm pregnant. Hmph! Maybe I should do this more often. Ha, I shook my head, not in this lifetime. Tay was going to buy those tiles for me anyone, so I don't I should feel special anymore. Sniffling, and shrugging off the thought, I looked around the kitchen table.
"Zac felt me $40 on the dresser, did you find anything from Taylor?" Davey called from her and Zac's room. I sighed, my shoulders heaving.
"Nothing out here," I sighed again, "I think I have $50 in my purse, it was for me to buy a pair of leather pants but I think my Princess Ice Cream calls!" I laughed, hearing Davey crack up as well.
"Just get your clothes on, I'll take care of the money." She called to me as I rushed into my bedroom, nearly tumbling three times on the way. "Only change your shirt, keep those sweat pants on, they're wicked cute!"
"Okay!" I called, quickly tossing on one of Taylor's old tee-shirts. It was snug, at the belly. But hey, I don't mind. My boobs hurt too, so the snugness from the shirt really eases the pain. "Hey Dav, do your boobs still hurt?" I called from my room.
"Yea, why?"
"Come put this shirt on," I said, taking off the shirt I just put on, "the snugness helps make your feel better."
"Ahh, thanks." Davey said, standing in the doorway. I tossed her the shirt, and she started to change. She pulled the shirt on as I scrounged around for another tee-shirt. I found Taylor's old Led Zeppelin shirt, so I squeezed into it. Ahhh, you have no idea how good it feels to not be in pain anymore.
"Better?" I asked,
"Much. C'mon," she smiled brightly, "Let's get going, I hear that ice cream calling."
"Call no more, my love. I'm on my way!" We giggled, and rushed to the car as fast as we could. Well, as fast as our little wobbling legs could carry us.
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Davey walked beside our half-way filled shopping cart, while I leaned over for support, and pushed it. We turned down the candy isle, and I swear, both of our mouths were watering.
"How about these?"
"Too chewy, I don't think my girl would like that very much." I said in reply to her suggestion.
"Baby girl? How do you know?"
"I don't, I'm just assuming. Could I boy be able to eat as much Princess Ice Cream, and sunflower's seeds as me? C'mon," I rubbed my belly, "only this girl can take it. Right sweetie?" I asked my belly, we do that a lot now. It's fun to think that they can hear us. I think my girl especially likes it when Daddy sings her to sleep.
"I hope I get a girl, but Zac refuses it! He knows its a boy, he says he can tell by the he kicks me." Davey told me, both of us giggling minutes after.
"C'mon, let's go search out that ice cream. I hear it calling my name already." I giggled. I feel so good, life is just so good now. Nothing could ruin it, nothing. I turned the cart around, both Davey and I heading down the isle. We chattered on like little pregnant women do, and when we almost reached the end of the isle, Davey came to a dead halt. "Girl, what's the matter?" I asked her, looking over her to make sure nothing abnormal happened to her.
"Um, Amanda, you know those pictures of Matt you showed me a real long time ago?" Oh god, how could I forget? I burned them that very night, all my girls were there, they all wanted to hear the Matt and Amanda story. I haven't even thought of Matt in so long, atleast not until she just mentioned him.
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I saw someone walk up the isle, so I pushed our cart aside, Davey and I still in the middle of the isle.
"Yea, I remember, why?" I replied, trying to catch her gaze. She turned toward me, her eyes forming tears. "What's wrong?" I asked, leaning close to her. "Why are you crying?"
"Amanda, he's here."
"What? Who's here?"
"You know that guy at the end of the isle? The guy you moved our cart over for? That's Matt. He's here." Davey's voice was shaky, and I couldn't piece together why she was so afraid of him. I wasn't, even though I didn't like the sickly feeling that just waved over my body.
"Shh, c'mon. Let's turn around, grab our ice cream and soda and leave." I reached around her to grab the cart, and as I started to turn it around, it stopped. I turned my head to see what I had hit, thinking I hit the racks.
"Mandy? Is that really you?" My heart fell, it was Matt. Matt McGerald is back, in Tulsa.
"Yeah, it's me." I bit my lip to keep from screaming, as I yanked my cart from him and stood up. I eyed Davey, please Davey, get me out of here!
"You look great," I watched him as he let his eyes roam all over me, "You look pregnant, how'd you let that happen?" His voice spit disgust in my face, and I wanted to spit it right back.
"Nice to see you again too, good bye." I grabbed my cart with both hands, and whirled it around. I started to walk back down the isle, Davey quick at my side. "What an asshole." I whispered to her.
"Mandy, wait!" His voice was harsh now, like he demanded it of me. I stopped, and whirled around to face him. He stood directly in front of my now, and his scent, the scent I always loved, I could breathe. I scoffed, and looked at him.
"What do you want Matt? Why did you come back here?"
"You look beautiful sweetie, oh god, how I've missed you." He leaned forward and pulled me into a tight hug. I let him hold me, just long enough to smell my scent like I had his, and then I roughly pulled away. "Oh, Mandy, how did you get pregnant? With such a beautiful career ahead of you, you went and got yourself a baby?"
"I wanted this baby, and so did Taylor," I shot at him, venom on my tongue, "and if you don't mind, I have to finish, I have places to be." I started to turn, but he grabbed my arm. "Matt, fuck off! Really, what's your problem!"
"I miss you so much Mandy-
"Don't call me Mandy, that's not my name." I felt the blood in my body start to boil in my veins. Ooh, what he does to me, I just want him to go away. Leave me alone, let me live my life happily!
"It is your name," he said, gripping my arm tight, seeing my wince openly to the pain he was inflicting on me, "Mandy, you belong with me."
"No I don't. I don't love you. I love Taylor! No please, don't make me call security here. I want to leave no. Matt," I screamed, shoving him off and away from me, "don't make me say it again. Good-bye." I turned to Davey, "C'mon, we'll get all this someplace else." I took the cart, rolled it toward Matt, and we wobbled as fast as we could outside. His car was parked right by mine. My car, the one from Switzerland was parked right in front of my car, he had blocked me in.
"What is he doing this for, Mad," good, she didn't call me Mandy. I'll go by Mad, Maddy, anything, just please don't make me hear him call me Mandy again. How dare he insult me like that.
"I don't know Dav, I really don't. But c'mon, we're leaving." I grabbed her hand and we rushed to the car. We had to literally squeeze between a rock and hard place. It was painful for both Davey and I, but when we got in the car, our adrenaline was pumped. "Put your seat belt on." I said, as I saw Matt run out of the store. I locked my seat belt, and revved the gas, "Ready?"
"Yeah." Davey was shaking, her voice was. "Be careful".
"Hold on tight," I told her as I lifted off the break and rammed the gas. We hit my old car at full speed, and when it finally tilted on its side, did I back up, turn around, and drive away. Serves Matt right. Who does he think he is! My god!
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