|Matt and Kate OneShots
Author: LuckyCharms19 PM
Different one-shots that focus on Matt and Kate, and different points and events in their relationship. Better than the summary. If you want, R&R. Based on different suggestions people have given me. Rating may change for different chapters!Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Chapters: 15 - Words: 28,724 - Reviews: 55 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 04-13-12 - Published: 03-22-09 - id: 4940507
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A/N: I am incredibly sorry for the wait everyone! My life got crazy very quickly once university started, and then family troubles started happening. More people were diagnosed with cancer in my family and my 17 year old cousin that I'm very close with was recently diagnosed with a life-threatening brain aneurism, so I just haven't been in the mindset to write.
Here is the latest installment, and I apologize if it isn't up to standards. It's been a week straight of exams and I'm pretty tired. Anyways, hope you enjoy crazy, pregnant Kate!
"You inconsiderate pig!" I wake up to screaming in my ear, followed by a hard punch to the chest.
"What the hell, Kate?" I groan, grabbing my throbbing skin and glaring at her through my groggy eyes.
"How could you cheat on me with Nadira? Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean you can just go along with any girl you like Matt! I thought it was clear in our vows that we are committed to only each other!" she cries, heavy tears streaming down her face in the darkness of our room.
I sit up in bed, scooting away from her. "It's two a.m., what are you talking about? I haven't cheated on you!" I defend myself, unaware of where this onslaught of accusations is coming from.
"I dreamt that you had gone off to have an affair with your precious Nadira. You left me alone with a baby and you didn't even care!" she yells, shoving me out of the bed.
I land on the floor with a groan, nearly hitting my head on the nightstand. "You're yelling and hitting me because of a dream? Have you gone absolutely insane?" I snap, irritated by her irrationality.
"Oh, I'm sorry Matt; I didn't know that my feelings meant so little to you. I guess I'll just sleep in the guest room. Maybe Nadira will sneak in the window to keep you company," Kate huffs, getting out of the bed, which was a sight to see with her seven month pregnant stomach protruding.
I stare after her, completely dumbfounded as she stomps out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her. A few seconds later, I hear the slam of a second door as the guest bedroom becomes occupied. "What just happened?" I ask myself, still seated on the floor.
Her damn mood swings were getting worse. Half of the time, I don't even know what I've done. I come home in a good mood and I end up going to sleep at night feeling like I'm at war. She was happy at random moments, but for the most part, she was either angry or impatient. Pregnant Kate was a million times scarier than normal, angry Kate. To be honest, I'd rather be stranded in a room full of her mother's batty friends than have to go through more of this bipolar behavior of hers.
Figuring it best to just go to sleep and let her blow off some steam, I climb back in to the bed and roll on my side. If she wants to be upset over a stupid dream, that's her fault. I'm not about to chase after her and beg for forgiveness for something I didn't do.
When I wake up the next morning, I'm the only one home. I walk the halls looking for her, but the place is deserted. "Great," I sigh, flopping down on the couch. Getting dressed, I lock the apartment and go to the only place where I may get some understanding about female hormones. The only scary part is that I had to find it at Miss Simpkins' apartment.
When I knock on her door, it's nearly five minutes before I hear someone's footsteps approaching. "May I help-" Kate's old chaperone stops mid-sentence when she sees that it's me.
"Well well, I wasn't expecting you. What would you like Mr. Cruse?" she asks, retreating to her professional, and still snobbish, attitude towards me, even after being married to her ex-charge.
"Would Kate happen to be here Miss Simpkins?" I ask, trying to peer around her shoulder to see in.
I notice her posture change and her eyes narrow. "No, I can most definitely tell you that she is not. Why? Have you done something to upset her?" her voice rises in panic, as if I would have hurt her.
I shuffle awkwardly on the front steps, not liking that people are watching the interaction. "May I come in? I have a few questions for you. I think you're the only person that might be able to be brutally honest and help me," I practically plead with her, wanting to get along with Kate more than anything. I heard it wasn't good for a baby when the mother was constantly stressed and angry.
I can see her ponder the idea for a moment before she opens the door wider and gestures for me to come in. She leads me in to the parlor where a cup of tea sits. "Would you like some?" she offers, though I can tell that it's only out of politeness and good manners that she does so.
"No, thank you," I decline, taking my seat on the large pink armchair. She watches me like a hawk, but I stay quiet, unaware that she's waiting for me to begin.
"Young man, I cannot correct your mistakes unless you tell me what it is exactly that's happened," she sighs impatiently.
I take a breath and wonder where I should start. There hadn't been many times that I can remember where the house had been peaceful. Lately I've been walking on egg shells around Kate, yet I still manage to upset her somehow. "Well, things have just been very intense since we found out that she was expecting," I begin, aware of how lame it sounds. Miss Simpkins had doubted our relationship would last before we got married, she was sure to be smug about the fact we were already fighting. "I just don't know what to do! She's upset all the time, I never know what to say, and for the past few weeks, she's begun blaming me for things that either occurred a long time ago, or haven't happened at all!"
I get to my feet and start pacing, not realizing that I've begun to ramble. "That's not even the worst part! She gets mad if I'm a few minutes late, then she wants to be all lovey dovey. But two minutes later, she hates me again! But she has no problem asking me to get her food in the middle of the night. Apparently I'm still good enough to cater to her," I snap.
I stop pacing and look at her, frowning when I see blank stare on her face. "What?" I ask.
"You honestly are very foolish Mr. Cruse," she clicks her tongue and shakes her head.
I stare at her in disbelief. "I'm foolish? Did you not just hear what I told you?"
"Mr. Cruse, Kate is a hormonal young woman. She is carrying a child, your child, and naturally that is going to alter her behavior," she takes a long sip from her tea.
"You are her husband, it is your duty to sit and keep your mouth closed while she is in her moods. You are to say 'yes ma'am' or 'no ma'am', and that is all. Be grateful that those are her only problems. When her mother was pregnant, the entire manor was in fear because of her mood swings. The De Vries women are naturally very emotional when they are pregnant. I suggest you get used to it Mr. Cruse," she clicks her tongue again.
"All we've done is fight all week, I'm tired of it. I just want to get along with her," I sink in to the chair. "Tell me what I need to do. You know her, how can I get her to like me again?" I ask, disgusted with myself to be begging her for help.
"I've already told you. You need to let her win. Allow her to be angry for no reason. You have to understand Mr. Cruse that pregnancies are very scary for first time mothers," she says, to which I reply, "And they aren't for fathers too?"
"You are not the one carrying that child around for nine months. She is naturally terrified of what is going to happen. It is your job to reassure her that everything will be alright, not to argue with her and mock her irrationality."
I sigh and rub my eyes. "Fine. I'll do it. If it'll make her happy again, I'll let her win. Only until the baby is born, though," I decide, trying to salvage what is left of my dignity.
She huffs. "Good luck with that Mr. Cruse. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm expecting company," she says, getting up to usher me to the door. "And by the way, it wouldn't hurt to get Kate a present to make up for your stubborn attitude," she adds, closing the door before I can respond.
"A gift?" I repeat to the air, walking down the steps.
Deciding I have nothing to lose, I browse some shops on my way home, trying to find the perfect gift for her. She already had enough jewelry, and she wasn't really one who loved new clothes all the time, especially since I would have no idea what to buy her anyways. I've nearly given up before I spot a pet store up ahead. I walk up to the window and peer inside, my eyes immediately locking on to the bright green orbs of a fluffy white kitten. When I see the nametag for him taped to the side of the cage, I smile and walk inside.
Within fifteen minutes, I walk out of the store with a bag full of cat items, and the tiny kitten in my free hand. When I get to our apartment, I quickly set everything up for when Kate gets home, including cooking dinner and making sure candles were lit. I change in to nicer clothes, wanting to look my best for when she arrived. By five o'clock, I finally hear her keys rattling in the door, and I scoop up the cat, tucking him behind my back.
I give Kate an apologetic smile, internally cheering when she smiles back, her anger apparently vanished for now. "I am really sorry. I've been an inconsiderate jerk the past few weeks. I should be focusing on you and the baby, not taking everything so personally," I manage to get out before my sense of dignity kicks in and I tell her that she's been acting crazy.
She walks closer, placing her purse on the chair. "You're forgiven. And I guess I'm sorry too. Hormones can be a little challenging sometimes." She admits. Her eyes lock on my arm that is behind my back and her eyes flash with excitement. "What do you have?" she asks, her smile getting bigger.
"I thought that you might like something to make up for how insensitive I've been. So, I present to you, Cloud," I announce, bringing the little white fur ball around so she can see him.
"He's adorable! And a fitting name," she grins. "Did you name him?" she asks, taking him from me, making him give the smallest of squeaks that wasn't quite a meow.
"He was already named but it couldn't have worked out better. After all, we did meet in the clouds," I grin. "That we did," she agrees, petting the cat.
Her eyes go to the table. "My my, you really are trying to get on my good side," she notes, walking over to inspect the contents of the food.
"Well, a husband must see to his wife's needs when she's pregnant," I paraphrase Miss Simpkins' words.
Kate presses a kiss to my lips and then takes her seat, Cloud perched on her lap. "Well, let's dig in shall we? After all, you still have a lot of making up to do. I'm still upset by the dream I had," she looks up at me before beginning to cut her food.
My eye twitches ever so slightly at her words and I take a seat. Only a few more months, only few more months, I chant to myself internally, trying to keep calm. If this is how her pregnancies are going to be, we are stopping at one child.
A/N: Sorry again for the wait guys, I don't blame you for being angry or irritated with me. I'm going to try and post more but please forgive me if there is some space between them. It won't be nearly as long as the wait was for this, but I do have work to do. Thanks to those who have stuck with this!