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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 22, 2012 15:54:41 GMT -5
Esme was biting down on her bottom lip and squeezing his hand as she waited for him to cut into the cake, she felt like she was finding out for the first time! She was so relieved when he finally sliced into the cake and she saw the blue and then the look on his face was something that she hoped that she always remembered. "I love you, baby." She mused as she leaned over so she could give him a long passion filled kiss. "We're having a boy..." She knew that he had already figured that out but she felt like saying it. She wanted to say it all day and just celebrate the fact that she and Hudson were having their first child, their first son.. Her first son! She had been worried that she wasn't going to be able to really share all of the awesome firsts with him because she had experience with this but this was all new.
She had never had a boy before! She didn't know what clothes to buy or what theme to pick for the nursery. What if she wanted something that Hudson didn't? What if they couldn't agree? She knew that it was a risk that she was just going to have to take. What if he didn't like part two of his present? She pulled a small box out from under the tree and placed it at her side before taking the cake from him to put it on the coffee table. "Open that present now! It's for the baby and I hope you love it." She'd got it custom made so it was a blue newborn bodysuit that said 'Daddy's little lacrosse star' because she knew that he would want that over something like football or soccer.
There was of course a chance that he wouldn't love the present as much as she thought that he would but she didn't want to think like that. She wanted to pretend that he was just going to love it and there were no other options for him.
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 22, 2012 16:42:50 GMT -5
Hudson smiled and giggled when he opened the second present. It had to be the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "Oh my god I can't wait to see him in it!" he laughed and held it up over his chest. "Can we get one biggy sized? So we can be matching?" he asked, smiling from ear to ear. This was honestly turning out to be the best Christmas ever.
But suddenly, Hudson was frowning. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything this adorable," he said with a puppy pout as he got up and crouched at the tree. "All I got you was this," he said, now overly exaggerating his sadness. Carefully, Hudson reached far under the tree and pulled out a rather large box. What was in it was actually pretty small, but he had been planning to really hype up the anticipation.
Inside the box, wrapped up in the very center, was a necklace that, to Hudson, was pretty cheap. Being such a spoiled little rich boy, eight thousand dollars for a gift for your wife was something to be ashamed of. Regardless, he thought it was nice and thought she'd love it.
(http://www.zales.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11129753&kpc=1&009=p&006=6568723083&012=Diamond+necklaces&021=1898339643&007=Search&002=2462380&creative=6568723083&camp=SEM_GOO_necklace_none go check it out its pretty noice)
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 22, 2012 17:00:10 GMT -5
Esme wasn't expecting anything too big from Hudson since they had their issues in the past and her presents weren't exactly the best even if he seemed to love them. "Of course we can! That's going to be so sweet, honey." She didn't need a present from Hudson but her heart skipped a beat when he handed her the box.
"Oh my God! I wonder what it is!" She ripped apart the wrapping on the box and gave him a confused look as she saw that what was inside was actually rather small, what? She unwrapped the necklace and literally gasped, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" She was practically jumping up and down squealing which she hadn't done to this extent since he'd proposed.
She couldn't wait to wear it everywhere that she went and she didn't even care that it looked like it was worth a small fortune, she deserved it! "Hudson, this is so perfect! I love it... I love you." She thought that this day was going to be filled with sadness over her daughters not being there but she had Hudson and their baby to think about, too and they did do a little family thing on Christmas Eve to celebrate with the girls. "This is exactly what I've always wanted."
She wasn't talking about the necklace anymore.
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 22, 2012 20:48:49 GMT -5
Hudson leaned forward and kissed Esme on the forehead. "I'm so excited for.. for us," he said and placed his hand on her stomach. "Decided on a name?" he asked, kissing her again, this time on the nose. He was still so set on Hutch. But he wanted her final thoughts.
Hudson was picturing it already. First, he'd lay on his back with baby Hutch on his chest. They'd fall asleep together and Esme would take pictures. Then, he'd teach Hutch how to play lacrosse at the local park. Esme would take more pictures and Hudson would probably get hit in the crotch with the net a few times. Then, he'd teach Hutch about girls and how if he ever plans to get one, he's going to need to be the nicest guy on the planet. Then, he'd throw in how if he likes boys, that's okay too.
And that's where he stopped.
Hudson could feel himself getting sadder as the imaginary Hutch in his head started to grow up.. And here came the pain of his relationship with his own father. All that pain of his father never teaching him about lacrosse, girls, or anything. He sat for a moment, completely frozen with his hand over Esme's stomach and his eyes locked on the ground.
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 22, 2012 21:18:41 GMT -5
The name was such an important thing that Esme was scared of deciding on something and then having a child who resented them for it. She didn't want something that would make him upset growing up like Peanut Butter or Apple but she also didn't want something too plain like Bob or Phillip. "I wanna name him Hutch William Phelps after my dad and I know how much you love the name." She smiled as he placed his hand over her stomach. Could he feel his son in there? Could he feel the way that he pressed against her skin and kicked his little feet out?
She was also imaging a future with them and their son though her's was a little different than Hudson's. She imagined her holding a newborn Hutch as he slept at two in the morning after a feeding, his little hand curled around one of her fingers in the most adorable way, his first day of school when he cried because he didn't want her to go and then the day that he didn't even notice that she had left, his graduation would creep up on them and he would go off to college with his boyfriend, Patrick. She could already imagine his future, he would follow in Hudson's footsteps and go to medical school and then he'd marry Patrick who would be a big time lawyer so their wedding would be worth millions and they would adopt three children who would love their grandmother and grandfather until they passed away together in their sleep at the age of 105.
"I think I want more kids after him, Hudson... I think that I want to have two more kids with you. I want another boy and another girl to complete our family." She wanted a lifetime of happiness with Hudson and their amazing little family plus that way, she had one more kid with Hudson than she did with Jonathan. She cringed a little as Hutch kicked a little harder than usual, "Did you feel that, baby? I think someone is trying to say hi to their daddy."
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 22, 2012 21:24:57 GMT -5
Hudson snapped his head up from starring at the ground, a dazed look in his eye as he looked to Esme. "What?" he asked, thoroughly confused. Had she said something? Of course she had. He heard the murmur, but his brain was too busy to process what it actually was.
It was elsewhere. Dreaming about what it might have been like to grow up with a real father. What it might have been like to know that your father loves you and cares when you're hurt. He'd only recently learned to live with the fact that his father would never accept him. That's just how it was.
Thank god all the self harm had stopped.
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 23, 2012 16:18:41 GMT -5
Esme raised a brow, why wasn't Hudson paying attention to her? Geez, what was he doing thinking about naked ladies? She was oddly okay with that actually. “I was saying that I wanted more kids and then I asked if you could feel Hutch moving around in there.” She didn't mind if he was off in his own little world imagining elf sluts because she was thinking about naked Santa... She was having her own little fantasy about him thanks to the Santa wrapping paper that she had used on one of the presents under the tree.
Why in the world would she use Santa wrapping paper when she knew how far that her fetish went. She ran her fingers through her hair and a smirk appeared on her face as she imagined him sneaking down the chimney and tearing her clothes off then he'd... whoa there. She probably shouldn't think about having sex with someone else when her husband was literally right there. She could do this later when it was just her and her Christmas porn which, now that she thought about it, was probably a strange thing to own considering that Christmas was kind of a children's holiday. What if Cici or Livvie found it? Or hell, what if Hudson found it? How would she explain that to him?
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 24, 2012 16:49:26 GMT -5
"Oh," Hudson kind of smiled and placed his hand over Esme's stomach. Honestly, he couldn't feel a thing.. but he mentally could. It was just so exciting to know that his son, his very own son was in there. He hadn't even told his family yet.
And there he went thinking about his family again..
"Es.. how am I gonna tell mom and dad?" he asked suddenly in a particularly sad tone.
(sorry its short.. but yknow. shit happens)
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 24, 2012 17:06:26 GMT -5
Esme raised a brow, he hadn't told his parents yet? Sge knew that he didn't have the same relationship with his parents as she had grown to have with her own so she couldn't be too upset about it but she really didn't understand. "I just told my dad that I was pregnant and he was really excited for us, Hudson." She placed one of her hands over his and offered him a weak smile in an attempt to be supportive.
"Both of my parents were really happy about having another grandchild and I don't know what I would have done if they had been upset about the whole pregnancy." Actually, she did know. She would have likely got an abortion that she would have regret. "Do you want to tell them in person? Because if you do than I can be right beside you, supporting you." She wanted him to know that she was going to be there for him no matter what.
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 24, 2012 17:14:43 GMT -5
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I can't talk to them in person. I'll never speak. They're too intimidating. I'll just have to call. Or maybe even a letter would be better." It was pathetic, really, how utterly afraid of his parents Hudson was. But he had a reason. A strong reason that most probably wouldn't consider reasonable. It was to him, though. They had, after all, been the reason behind his self harm. And telling them that he was going to be a father would be less than a happy meeting.. one that would probably reintroduce the razor blades.
"Do you think I should call them now?" he asked, looking up at her from her stomach where his hand still rested. He wasn't quite sure if Christmas morning was the time to just call and say 'yea hi i'm having a baby'.
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 24, 2012 17:25:26 GMT -5
Esme pursed her lips when he mentioned telling his parents in a letter or a phone call, she supposed that she couldn't judge too harshly since she had told her father in a text message but she hadn't had the option of telling him in person and well she loved her parents. Seeing how much fear that he seemed to have over telling his own family that he and his wife of over a year were having a baby made her feel horrible for him, why was his family so cruel to him? Didn't they understand that he was a wonderful man who had done amazing things? He had stepped up as a stepfather when he was in high school, he had married her despite her baggage and now he took care of her every need. They had raised a good man and it was a shame that they weren't able to see that.
"Honey... If you don't want to tell them about the baby at all than I understand... I don't want you to call them and get depressed again because Hutch and I need you to be happy and if telling your own family is going to fuck anything up than I don't want them to know. We have my mom and my stepdad and my stepmom who all three already love their grandson." She didn't want him to feel like his family had any rights at all to know what was growing in her uterus if he didn't feel like telling them was a good thing.
"I know that it sounds mean to just not tell your own family that you're having a baby but I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want you to start hurting yourself or God forbid try to kill yourself again because what if I find you too late this time? What if I find you dead?" She wanted to protect him in some weird mother bear way.
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 24, 2012 17:30:13 GMT -5
Hudson fought back the tears and kissed Esme gently on the lips. "You mean so much to me, baby," he said. "Let's just forget about it for now. Why don't we.. why don't we go cuddle on the bed? I'll even put on my santa outfit," he added, purring a little bit at the end to make her giggle. He was trying everything to get that image of him the day he'd try to kill himself out of her head. He knew it was there. Plain and clear.
"Come on," he said, jumping up and sticking his hands out for her to grab. "I'll go get the beard," he joked with a wink.
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 24, 2012 17:51:07 GMT -5
Esme could see it in her head - coming home from getting groceries (which was the only time that she seemed to leave the house anymore since Manny & Shelby was luckily ) and finding him laying there dead on the kitchen floor in a pool of his own blood, what would she even do? She would have to raise their son on her own and resist the urge to end her own life after she lost the most important person in the world. Hell, she'd probably try and steal Jonathan back from Avery because she couldn't be alone. "That sounds fabulous... I'll be in the bedroom in a second." She pecked him gently on the mouth before skipping into their bathroom to change into her little sexy outfit.
She had no doubts that he would enjoy it because she was freaking sexual. She even did something to her hair and put on some make up so she would look more put together for her darling husband. "Baby, do you like what you see?" She asked when she finally stepped into their bedroom after ten minutes of getting ready. She was scared to open her eyes in case she was going to see him laying there dead. If he didn't answer then she would look but she just didn't want to see it yet.
She was actually mentally preparing herself to see him laying there dead. How terrible was that?
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Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 24, 2012 19:17:23 GMT -5
Hudson giggled and skipped away into the bedroom. He didn't really have a santa outfit.. only a pair of red short that were way too short. That was Christmas-y, wasn't it? Even if it wasn't, Hudson knew Esme would be quite happy to have him laying on the bed half naked.
Crawling onto the giant comforter, Hudson turned to see Esme standing in the doorway. Holy fuck was all that went through his head as his mouth dropped. Then he even said it: "Holy fuck!"
Was sex bad for the baby?
(you can post.. then we'll skip? haha)
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Post by Esme Russel on Oct 24, 2012 19:33:31 GMT -5
Esme really wanted exactly that reaction from him. She slowly opened her eyes and crawled underneath of the covers next to him. She moved so she was straddling his lap and started planting kisses along his neck and then finally his lips. "Do you... do you want this?" She didn't want to pressure him into something that he didn't want! What if he felt like she was raping him? So she reluctantly pulled off of him and slipped out of her sexy lingerie aside from the hat which she had decided that she was going to keep on.
She spread her legs and looked up at him as if asking if he wanted her or if he would rather just lay there not getting any. "I have been thinking about you all morning long and I am so ready for this if you are." He was absolutely the best person that she had been with sexually which said a lot considering that she had been with a lot of different men and sometimes women.
(you can skip if you want.. yeah XDD)
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