Winchester 1.3

RECAP: Toni realized that she was pregnant at the end of the last chapter, she still wasn’t in love with Gordon and was pretty sure she never would be. She keeps getting promotion because she’s awesome and Gordon keeps getting demoted because…he’s not!

I don’t even know when Gordon started painting that picture. I looked over one day and my own face was staring back at me. Can you believe it? I gotta say it does look like me right? Gordon and I have really been spending a lot of time together. Especially once he found out that I was pregnant. You would have thought he was pregnant the way he gripped his stomach and moaned when I told him the news. But he’s excited now. As a matter of fact all he talks about is the baby. I sure am glad that he painted that portrait of me before my face started to get fat. Because I sure am going to use the excuse that I’m eating for two in order to eat anything I want!

The months seemed to zoom by and before I knew it I actually had a baby bump. Me, a mother? I would have never thought it but I guess there are precautions to take so you don’t get pregnant. Obviously we didn’t use them. That’s okay. I’m slowly getting used to the idea that I have something grown inside of me. When I put it like that it makes it sound disgusting but…I really don’t know how to describe it.

Look at me! Okay, ignore the outfit. I don’t know WHAT I was thinking when I brought it. Must have been one of my off days when I just wanted something bright and cheerful to lift my spirits. Anyways, look at my belly! Crazy right? The photographer called my name and I just happened to glance over and she snapped that shot. One of the good thing about having my own paparazzi(party of one) is that I’ll get photos that I’d never would have any otherwise. I don’t know what makes me special enough to have a photographer but I’m happy. Don’t tell her I said that. She already thinks she’s hot shit.

She just shook her head at me but she knows it’s true. That’s alright, I like her anyways.

Gordon can’t get enough of touching my belly. While the pregnancy might have been unplanned, okay, it was totally unplanned, I think that it’s for the best. If nothing else having a baby will just draw us closer together. At least I hope so. Of course, it might be the same thing that tears us apart. Who knows? I don’t. All I know is right now I’m content in my relationship with Gordon. I don’t feel the need to get married just because I’m preggo.  Although…

…sometimes I spot Gordon staring off into space as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.  When I ask him what’s he thinking he always shakes his head and goes back to doing what he’s doing before he stares off into space again.

“Gordon?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said with a laugh before scooping up another spoonful of mac and cheese.

“Are you sure? You know that you can talk to me about anything.”

“I’m sure. Hey, how about we go out on the town tomorrow and just have some fun? We’ve both been working like crazy and we deserve to have some fun.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Both of us loved to karaoke even though neither of us could carry a tune in a tin can. We were so busy laughing at each other and pretending to be rock stars that we barely remembered the words to the songs.

“Thank you, thank you! I love YOU!” I shouted as a spread my arms wide and pretended to hear the millions of adoring fans. Gordon stretched out the ending of the song until he couln’t breath and then took a deep bow. Laughing hysterically we replaced the mikes and walked down the hall. I came to an abrupt stop when I heard a commotion going on outside a photo booth.

“Oh…my…GOD!!!” I exclaimed as the curtain was pushed back and a woman walked out followed closely by a familiar face. I had hit on that guy months ago and he had rejected me for…for HER? Her make-up was horrible and don’t even get me started on her outfit And he was eyeing her as if there was no one hotter in the world.

“Did they…did they just do it in the photo booth?

Glancing over I saw the horrified expression on Gordon’s face. Whatever thoughts I had about he and I in the photo booth were dashed. Gordon would NEVER do anything like that! Our sex life wasn’t built on spontaneity.  Our sex life was built on…just what was our sex life built on I wondered as we walked downstairs to grab something to eat.

We had just settled down when I happened to look across the room and see a familiar figure standing off from the corner of the bar.

“Oh praise Jesus,” I muttered as I sunk down in my chair. I straightened when I realized that position was putting pressure on my bladder and I suddenly had to pee. Getting up quickly I hurried to the bathroom hoping that the big crybaby hadn’t seen me.

When I came out he was nowhere in sight and Gordon and I had a fantastic steak dinner. Afterward we decided to burn off some of those calories by shaking a tail feather. We were having a good time and I had just flung my arms in the air and was dancing like crazy when I turned around and spotted him.

My arms dropped to my side as I heard his sobbing over the music.  I debated on going over and whacking him on the head but I decided against it and instead told Gordon that I wanted to go home. I was confused when he glanced at the clock on the wall then shuffled his feet before suggesting that we just walk around downtown for a few more minutes. Deciding that I would never understand men we did walk around until he suddenly declared we could go home now.

When the taxi pulled up in front of the house I sat there in stunned disbelief.