29. Mia
Mia
Week Fifteen: Wins because my hormones are crazy!
The cyst is finally gone.
Adam and I get to move into the house this week.
The Blues are doing amazing and even though I’m really sad Adam’s gone again, I think I’ve finally learned everything about the sport.
I invested in mocktails before getting pregnant. Jensen, Lucie, and I have a very fun girls’ night planned while the guys are gone.
I was strong enough to walk away empty-handed from the animal shelter adoption fundraiser in the park.
We get to find out the gender of the baby this week!
“Okay, as a former bartender, it’s my pleasure to serve you pregnant ladies.” Jensen makes her way into my living room holding two glasses. “Two virgin strawberry margaritas for definitely not virgin girls.”
I snort a laugh, taking the drinks from her and handing one to Lucie. “Oh, the irony.”
Lucie takes hers, then licks the rim before taking a sip. “Bless you with the sugar.”
Jensen waves her off then heads back to the kitchen. “I know my Lucie. Now, excuse me while I make myself an alcoholic margarita with lime and salt on the rim. Who knows, maybe I’ll even make it spicy with some jalapenos.”
“Ah, the slutty margarita for Jen…” I hook my arm around the back of my couch. “And what will that say about your virtue?”
Lucie laughs. “Don’t get her started on her and Beck’s sex life.”
Jensen mumbles a bit in Spanish before cutting her eyes to Lucie. “Listen, there’s something freeing about sleeping with a man who you know can’t get you pregnant and you don’t have to take birth control.”
“Fair enough. I have a feeling Dex is going to be reaching out to Beck for the guy’s number after our family jumps from three to five.”
Jensen holds up her knife before cutting up a new lime. “I’m not too sure about that one, Luce, with the way Daddy Dex looks at you…especially how he looks at your cute babies’ bump.”
Lucie’s face pinches and she runs a hand over her stomach. “Maybe it’s me who will call with how much these two wrestle in my stomach. I’ll admit, I do love being pregnant the majority of the time, but three’s going to be our number.”
Lucie kicks her foot over to me. “What about you, Mia? Thinking you and Adam will be one and done?”
I nearly choke on my drink. I always thought I’d want at least two kids. I didn’t have any siblings growing up, so the idea was nice. But my current reality has made it a little hard to be thinking of big picture plans beyond the ones me and Adam are dealing with now.
“Let me get through this pregnancy first and let you all know. I might have traumatized Adam enough already that he’s one and done, though.”
“Ha!” Jensen mocks. “In the beginning…maybe. I could see it in both of your eyes that it wasn’t the plan, but Mia, be so for real—that man is happier than he’s ever been. And he wasn’t exactly ‘unhappy’ to start with.”
A warmth radiates through my chest. It’s one thing to be all happy and in love with Adam, but there’s something about the people we care about seeing it too that helps make all of it feel real.
Things have been going really smoothly. So much so that I’ve been actively arguing with my brain multiple times a day that there isn’t this smoking gun or other shoe that hasn’t dropped yet.
And it’s not just our relationship that seems to be rainbows and butterflies, but both our jobs are going really well. I’m getting so ahead of schedule and getting systems prepped for when I go on maternity leave that I don’t even feel super stressed about leaving.
The Blues are having another incredible season. And because I’d like to say I’m fully versed in baseball now, Adam’s stats are definitely used when I want to brag about how cool my husband is.
It’s not too good to be true when it’s the reality…right?
Lucie lets out a groan as she continues to run her hand over her stomach.
Jensen and I share a terrified look.
“You okay, Luce? Are you going to have the twins in my apartment?”
She lets out a weak laugh. “No, I’m not in labor. Braxton Hicks contractions are wreaking havoc on my lower back and these two just keep turning round and round. I really meant it that I love being pregnant, but also…I’m a little ready to get them out of me. And I still have six weeks.”
Jensen finishes off her drink and makes her way back to my couch. “Selfishly, I’m glad you’re not in labor as I fear that is a pressure I’m not equipped to handle. And Daddy Dex needs to be in town, so clench.”
I laugh at the joke, but Lucie…not so much.
“That’s not how it works.”
“I know that, Luce, I was kidding.” Jensen lays her head on Lucie’s shoulder. “For you, I’d catch the babies if I had to.”
“Yeahhh, unfortunately, I might sit that one out. I’m not sure I’m mentally ready to think about pushing this one out—I don’t think seeing it will help me.”
Lucie laughs. “Tell me about it. I’m pushing out two! Or they cut them out.”
Jensen lets out a muffled scream. “Aye, different topic please.”
Lucie lays her head on Jensen’s and pats her cheek. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”
Reaching for the remote, I turn the game on. We’re a week into away games and they just got to Atlanta this morning. “Okay, so what are our chances of beating the Bolts tonight? Their season has essentially matched ours.”
Jensen shakes her head. “I love how invested you’ve gotten in this sport.”
“Wh—hey, I can be sporty. I’ll have you know I played some volleyball in high school.” Sort of.
Jensen’s cheeks puff before muffling her laugh. “Like, on the team?”
“Gym class counts, doesn’t it?”
“No, it doesn’t!”
Lucie weighs in next. “Sorry, I have to agree, it doesn’t count, but to be fair that’s also the extent of my athletic abilities. I’ve always loved watching baseball.”
“She means she loves watching Dex play.” Jensen leans back on the couch. “Her lucky girl syndrome is at max capacity with marrying her favorite player. Both of you, really.”
“Um, I believe you should count yourself in that lucky charm trio, Jen.”
The smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but when Beck is shown on the TV, she lets it grow. “Arguably, I’m the luckiest of us all. I didn’t want to rub it in your faces.”
Lucie and I both swat her shoulders.
“I could argue that.” Lucie scoffs.
“We’re all lucky in our own ways. Granted, I think Callie and Emma have us edged out now since they’re traveling with their guys.”
Lucie hums. “Not Emma yet. She’s been holding firm on the friends thing. At this point, I don’t know if she’ll ever give Tripp a chance.”
“I reject that notion. I’m about three-ish interactions away from smooshing their heads together and forcing a kiss.”
Jensen snorts. “You’d be doing them a favor.”
When the announcer switches to the game, I smile seeing Adam squatted behind home plate and my brain flashes back to the cat in the park today.
“Okay, no one judge me—but you can enable me, so keep that in mind. I miss Adam so much and my hormones are so fucked that I almost adopted a kitten today. Which is absolutely nuts. Never in my life have I considered a pet, but I got so sad after getting off the phone with him that when I passed an adoption fundraiser in the park, I swear I almost did it. And…I’ve never missed someone like this before. Is this normal or am I crazy?”
Lucie snorts. “You’re not crazy—”
“Hormonal, probably,” Jensen cuts in, and Lucie nudges her with her elbow.
“Sure, it’s heightened, which I would say is the reason for wanting to adopt the cat, but there’s nothing wrong with missing Adam.”
Jensen rolls her eyes to me. “And in case it needs to be flat-out said, don’t get the cat.”
“I didn’t! But also…he was so cute. Why can’t I get a cat?”
Jensen’s eyebrows pull together. “You just said you’ve never wanted a pet before.
If anything, I think you should start going to yoga with Lucie.
Gotta admit, I’m a little worried about Luce popping out two babies and you popping out one from your six-foot-four, two-hundred-something-pound boyfriend. ”
“Hey, my husband, actually.”
Jensen’s smile gets so big her nose scrunches. “How good did that feel to say?”
It felt really good. I had intended it to come off as a smart-ass response, and it likely did, but the words rolled off my tongue so easily.
Despite how getting married now was more for the benefits—I love the distinction that he’s mine, mine.
“Since we’re talking husbands…” Lucie reaches for the remote, turning it up to hear the announcer talking about Dex coming back this season.
“I’m going to request a moment for mine.
I’m so mad I can’t be there for the first game they have him starting.
He’s been closing up until now to get back in the swing of things.
” She huffs. “Mia, the sad hormones get you hard in the beginning, but soon you get this weird rage.”
Jensen tsks. “It’s been my favorite development. I’m holding out for more cursing.”
Lucie shakes her head. “If these announcers say anything bad about Dex, I very well might. I hate watching the extra commentary.”
Setting my drink on the side table, I lean back on my couch. “Yeah, once you get them live, the TV doesn’t exactly compare. Sometimes I mute it and just wait for the camera guy to do me a favor.”
Jensen snorts. “A favor?”
“Yeah, give it a second.”
We all kick our feet up on my coffee table and watch as they finally switch back over to the game. Dex throws a nice knuckleball for a strike, and then another which gets some cheers from Lucie.
And then the cameraman does his thing, and I get a nice view of Adam’s ass in his pinstripes.
“See, the Lord’s work. Don’t worry, they’ll show your men too in just a few.”
Jensen lets out a light whistle. “Bless you, camera crew.”
At the change in the first inning, Lucie wades her way up and stands from my couch. “Okay, I can breathe for a minute now that he’s not pitching. I’m going to call Dex’s parents real quick and check on Miles.” She takes one step. “And I have to pee now. I’ll be right back.”
“Yell if you need help getting up.” Jensen laughs.
“Believe me, I will,” Lucie hollers back.