Please don't kill me. I wanted to update but I kept changing my mind. Plus it's hard two juggle two stories at once. These stories are my babies and of course I'm going to give the newborn more attention. Well this chapter might be short but you ain't the one skipping homework to write this. Ugh, the nerve of some people. Only thinking about themselfs. Just kidding ya'll know I love ya'll. Anywho, enjoy. P.S. No MJ is not going to kill Sy.
The Bodyguard: Points of view
The look on Rachel's face when we pulled into the fishing pier parking lot was priceless. "You brought me to a pier," she said when I helped her out the car. "Yeah, you wanted to go somewhere different, so here we are." I lead her to the dock where I set up a candlelit dinner. "Wow," she said. I pulled her chair and she sat down. "Let me guess, we are eating my favorite catfish?" she asked. I sat down and asked, "How did you know that?" "I can smell it." Okay, that is freaky. I uncover the food and we prayed over it.
Ten minutes later Rachel asked me, "What are you thinking about?" I smiled at her, "I'm just thinking about when I found out that you were pregnant with MJ." She slightly froze, "That was epic. If Sy hadn't busted in on us and made me blurt it out, you wouldn't have found for another two weeks." "Well, I wasn't going to tell you but, the day I found out was supposed to be the day I was going to propose to you," I said. She giggled. "I kind of found figured it out. I caught a glimpse of the box when I was looking in your drawer for pajamas, but I didn't pay attention to it." "Yeah I kind of suck at hiding things, but I had it all planned out. I was going to take you somewhere private like this. Every word was going to be a compliment, you are an amazing woman," I grabbed her hand, stood up and stood by her chair, "I would have got done on one knee," that's what I did, "And I would have pulled out a ring," I did, "And I would have said, I love you more than anything and I can't see myself with any other woman than you. Since we are already married I want to asked you to wear this on your other finger this," I showed her the ring. "Oh Frank, it's beautiful," she gasped. "It was my mother's wedding ring; it took me four and a half years to get the courage to ask my father for it, to my surprise he was waiting for me to ask him, I was hoping that you will accept this. I had it sized to fit your finger and your birthstone around the diamond." "Of course I will accept it honey." I smiled and slid the ring on her finger. "I love you Rachel Marron." "I love you too Frank Farmer." I leaned up and kissed her. Kissing her was like… it's indescribably amazing. I felt like I was in heaven. Life is good when I kiss her. I love her so much it hurts sometimes. "Frank, I," kiss, "Have to," kiss, "Tell you," kiss, "Something." I pulled away from her and asked, "What?" She smiled and sighed, "I'm pregnant."
Back at the house
"Hey kid, your dinner is ready," I yelled taking the lasagna out the oven. She rushed down and waited for me to make her plate. "Here you go, corner piece just like you like it," I said. She took the plate and looked at me confused. "Uh, I don't know how I knew that either." I saw a small smile crept up on her face. "Go eat," I said. She actually obeyed me.
After she ate she had her pies and took her bath, she was ready for bed. I poked my head her room and said, "Hey, kid, time for bed." She was holding her stomach frowning. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. She ran passed me to the bathroom. "Hey," I said following her. When I got to the bathroom her head was in the toilet. "Are you okay?" She looked at me when she could. "Of course you're not okay," I walked in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Her little head was in the toilet for at least 2 minutes. "Are you decent?" She shook her head. Ugh, the one thing I hate more than kids are sick kids, but when I was in college I minored in nursing and I never thought I would have to use it. "I want my mommy," she cried. "I want both your parents, but right now we are stuck with each other," he said. She started cry and hugging her knees. "Ugh, please stop crying, kid it's only the flu," I begged. "And stop calling me kid, my name isn't kid, my name is Marilyn-Justice! Ma-ri-lyn Jus-tice, don't call me kid!" she yelled. I have to admit, I was a little scared of her but I had to suck it up. I got up and searched for a thermometer. I finally found one. "Put this under your tongue and wait." She shook her head. "Come on, you are sweating bullets, if you have a fever and I leave it untended, your mother will kill me." She groaned and opened her mouth. I stuck the thermometer under her tongue. "Are you done throwing up?" She nodded. "Can you walk?" She shrugged her shoulder. "Get up slowly, I'll walk you to your room." She slowly got up looked at me when her eyes went to the back of her head. I caught her and the thermometer just before she hit the floor. I scooped her up carefully and looked at the thermometer. Her temperature was 103.1. I sighed and carried her to her room and placed her on her bed. "Okay, in school they said to… uh… damn it what am I supposed to do? Oh to help bring fever down you have to dab that patient softly on the forehead with a cold damp towel." I left the room and came back with a face towel. After dabbing for about an hour, I started wondering where Frank and Rachel were.
"I'm pregnant," I said. Frank's face went blank. It's hard to read him went there is no expression. I got a little scared but then a large smile spread across. In a blink of an eye, Frank lifted me up into the air and spun me around. I giggled. He finally set me down on my chair kissed me. "When did you find out?" he asked me. "Today," I said, "That why I went to the pharmacy." "My God, I love you," he said. I smiled and said, "I love you too baby." "And I love you, too," he said in a baby voice to my abdomen and kiss it. I laughed at his goo goo voice. "The baby can't hear you babe." "Do you think I care? That's my kid in there. I cannot believe it," he said in disbelief. "Well believe it papa bear because we are going to have another cub." "You know what, let's cut this date short and go home so you can rest." "Honey, I am not tired," I said. "Then we can do something else," he had is sneaky face on and I knew exactly what he wanted to do.