MOVING DAY

Zarah Fable

James hasn't talked to his dad in 6 weeks. With being about 24 weeks along things haven't been getting any easier. Small things like standing on my feet for so long or bending down have been getting harder to do. We are moving today into the house James found. It wasn't too badly priced and he used the money he was saving to get him a new truck. I am sitting on the bed in James' room. Damn we forgot a box. I walk over to lift it up and pick it up.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

I turn with the box in my hands.

"I just thought that I might be able to take this downstairs for you since you did everything else."

"And I told you that I got it. I don't want you doing anything that you don't have to."

"I just want to help."

"I know and you can help me drive and unpack stuff."

"Ok. Is this the last load?"

"Yup. Then we can move into our new place."

James smiles as he grabs the box from me and puts it down. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

"So are you ready?"

"Ready for what silly?"

"Ready to live with me."

"I have dreamt about this day since I was 10 so I would say I am beyond ready."

"Then let's go."

James picks the box up from the floor and leads me downstairs to the truck. We both get in the truck after he puts the box in the back and we pull off to go to our new home.

"Ok, everything is here now just to unpack what we need for tonight and leave everything else packed for now."

"Ok, babe."

I begin to look at the boxes. I slide one over to try and find the one that was marked for the first night. Ah here it is.

"Found mine, can you hand me the scissors please babe."

"Yeah, sure."

James goes to the counter and grabs the scissors and hands them to me.

"I'll be right back Z, I'm going to put the bathroom stuff up real quick."

"Ok."

James walks away with some stuff in his hands to put in the bathroom. I bend down and use the scissors to open the box. I begin to open the box after cutting to tape when I feel pain shoot through my belly. What is this feeling? I am able to stand up but I don't know what this feeling is.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

James comes out from the bathroom and rushes over to me.

"I don't know. It was a quick burst of pain. Ah! Call Gizelle now!"

James grabs my phone and calls gizelle while guiding me to the couch to sit down. Luckily the place was pre-furnished.

"Ok, thanks Dr.Ruth. You too. Goodbye."

"So what is it?"

"Well after I explained what you told me she said that it's nothing serious. It's just the baby kicking."

That baby is kicking. I felt something similar to this before but it wasn't as bad as it felt this time. The baby kicked hard today. I smile and look up at James and pat the space next to me. He sits down and smiles back at me.

"Put your hand right here."

I picked up his hand and placed it where I felt the baby kick the hardest. I wait until I feel the baby kick again and then look back at James.

"Wow, looks like we have a pretty strong kid on our hands."

"Yeah I guess we do."

I move a little bit as I feel the baby not kicking but moving around this time.

"Is it uncomfortable? Feeling the baby move and kick?"

"Sometimes. Others it is just a nice reminder that our little girl or boy is doing just fine in there."

James smiles and gives a small laugh. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his chest.

"Are you hoping for a girl or boy?" James asks.

"I don't know. I guess I haven't thought about it. I dreamed of having a boy and my mom teaching him how to properly treat a woman by sharing her life with him or a boy and having my dad threaten every guy she tries to date."

I give a sad smile. I haven't thought about everything that happened with my dad in awhile. It made me feel worse remembering that I also won't have my mom with me to help.

"Hey, we are going to be just fine." James says as he rubs my arm.

"I know I just, I just wish things were different."

"I know. So do I."

James kisses my forehead softly. I close my eyes for a bit and just hope I can forget everything that I have lost up to this point, forget the pain from it, from my dad, James' dad. I know James believes that we will be ok. All I can do is hope and pray that it's true.