The siguiente few days went por fine. I had gone to another doctor’s appointment and she had dicho that the baby was developing great. And somehow, Alejandro and I managed to keep Jose sleeping on the couch. This was a great turnout.


Though, I hadn’t heard anything from Courtney.


I was enjoying a peaceful sleep while feeling flutters coming from Marisol every so often and listening Alejandro breathing slowly in his sleep.


My cell phone going off across the room woke me up. I decided to ignore it; whoever it was could just call back later. And if it was important, they could just call back. Of course, it had to go off again. I decided that if it was really important that they could just call back a third time. It started going off yet again.


I groaned, sliding out of the bed. I answered with a groggy, “What do tu want?”


I didn’t even know who it was. And at the moment, I didn’t care either.


“Heather?” I heard Courtney sniff on the other line.


“Of course it’s Heather! Who else would answer my phone at,” I glanced over at the clock, “Six in the morning?”


“You really need to see if your doctor can give tu pills to calm down your mood swings.”


I started to interject when she sniffed before going on, “Can tu come over?”


“Can’t this wait until later?”


“My mom’s doing a lot worse and I need someone, anyone, to be with me. Trent’s at work and—and—and—“


I groaned, “Fine, just let me get dressed. I’ll be over soon.”


“Thanks, Heather.”


“Whatever," I groaned, hanging up the phone.


At that moment, I realized that I should turn my phone off when I go to sleep. I threw my phone on the floor, hoping it wouldn’t bother me again that morning.


I noisily went through drawers to find something to wear. I could hear Alejandro stir behind me, “Heather?”


“Of course it’s Heather!” I snapped.


For some reason, I was just irritated. Then again, it could be that I had high hormone levels I had at the moment and I had just been woken up way too early. I had not expected to be woken up this early.


I heard him slip out of cama and made his way over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist; his hands landed on my stomach, "I'm sorry, mi amor."


Marisol was kicking in the spot exactly where his hands were.


I turned around to face him, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."


"It's not your fault. tu can't help it," He replied, running a hand through my hair.


"Oh yeah, I forgot," I smirked before going on, "This is all your fault."


He smiled, also, "I'm glad I caused this, then."


"I'm glad tu caused it, too."


We shared a kiss and the moment felt better than before; of course, that's only if that were possible.


"I amor you," I muttered, nuzzling my face into his chest.


"I amor you, too," He answered. He wrapped me into a tight hug, which was starting to get harder and harder these days considering my stomach was constantly growing.


"And," He released from our hug and placed his hands on my stomach, "I amor our little Marisol."


He got down on his knees, pulling my camisa, camiseta up to kiss my stomach.


"You'd better amor her because it's not exactly easy carrying her around all day."


"You amor doing it though," He smiled up at me.


"I kind of have to. I do have a little over three months of this; so, yeah, I had to learn to."


He stood back up and whispered into my ear seductively, "Do tu know how much I amor you?"


"Enough to take into consideration that I'm pregnant, meaning that I don't want to do it, especially at six in the morning when I'm exhausted."


"Come on, Heather," He whined childishly, "It's been about mes since we last did it."


“But, I have things to do.”


“Yeah, tu have to pleasure your boyfriend.”


“No! And, I nearly forgot—because of this ordeal—that I have to go over Courtney’s. That’s why I’m up so early. Now, if tu don’t mind, I have to get ready.”


“Courtney can wait,” He replied, besar my neck.


“Al!”


“You know I hate that name!”


“Exactly, now let me go get ready,” I replied.


“You’re no fun,” He pouted in a playful manner.


“Well, it’s your fault my hormones are all whack, so tu can blame yourself.”


I grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom to get a shower.


“I’ll come with you,” Alejandro smirked.


I turned around, placing a hand on his chest, “No, tu won’t. Please, just give it a rest.”


“Fine,” He surrendered, besar me on the forehead, “But I’m coming with tu to make sure both of my girls are fine: Heather, mi amor,” He rested both of his hands on my stomach, “And our little girl, Marisol.”


I slapped his arm playfully, “You need to give your girlfriend some space.”


He ghosted his lips over mine and estola a kiss, “You won’t be my girlfriend for long.”


I backed away a bit, raising my eyebrows, “Excuse me?”


“You’ll be Mrs. Alejandro Burromuerto,” He smiled widely.


“Not until I get rid of this baby fat. I am not going down the aisle when I have this,” I motioned my hands to my stomach.


“Don’t worry, Heather, it will be gone in no time. You’re all stomach and most of it will be gone when little Mari is here.”


“You’d better hope so.”


“It’s going to be gone, don’t worry,” He kissed my nose softly.


Abruptly, my phone went off…again. I groaned as I walked back over to the spot on the floor I had left it; I grasped it in my hand, answering with a groan of, “Hello?”


“Heather,” I heard Courtney sniff, “Are tu coming?”


This was going to be a long, long, long day.