This chapter is rated PG.
Credits: Sleeper footies for baby sims HERE
Sugary sweet sitting poses HERE
“We heart it poses” HERE
Prison set HERE
This is a pretty long chapter, a lot of things happen in it, so I apologize on its length. I hope you enjoy it though. 🙂
Isabella was 6 months into her pregnancy, she was handling it well. Way better than I, in fact. I was extremely nervous as all most time fathers are I suppose. Would I be a good dad? I didn’t exactly have the worlds best father growing up, unless you counted my step dad Shane who was wonderful. Would I inherit my real dads parenting skills?
I sat on the couch, my mind full of turbulent thoughts. I had a mental image of my brain exploding, and coating the walls in grey matter. I shook my head and laughed quietly, not wanting to wake up Isabella who was still asleep.
I had just finished one of the biggest projects I’d ever completed. A complete inside remodel of our home. Gone were the dark dreary wallpaper and old furnishings. In its place was a fresh coat of paint, and new flooring. It had taken the better part of 6 months, but I was determined to have everything ready by the time the baby arrived.
I wasn’t a handy man, I was way better with computers and other electronics then I was with a nail and hammer, but the house was still standing, and if there was any flaws in the painting, they were well hidden.
I chose a neutral theme throughout the house. Staying with browns and creams. I’d like to think that my grandmother would have liked what I done with the place.
I was most proud of the kitchen. It used to be dark and miserable, and when you were preparing meals you felt closed off from the rest of the house. I ripped out the old dark green wallpaper, and painted a soothing cream color on the walls. I sanded the old cupboards, and painted them a lighter shade to match.
I went upstairs and crawled into bed with Isabella who was just beginning to stir. I lay my hand gently on her stomach, and smiled when I felt a kick for my efforts. Amazing, I thought. It was like he or she knew that today of all days I could use a little support…
“Hey baby,” I said rolling off the bed and onto the floor. I crouched low and smiled.
“Good morning.” Isabella yawned rubbing her swollen belly. “This little one has been keeping me up all night, been kicking up a storm.”
“Well I’m heading to the prison in a few, Cordelia will come over and keep you company while I’m gone. Try and get some rest.”
“Cole, I know you are worried about me, but I’m fine. Cordelia doesn’t need to come sit with me, I’m sure she has better things to do at home. I’m not a baby you know.” She gently chided me.
“I’ll just feel better having someone here. You need to take it easy Bella.”
“Sleep, eat, sleep, rest. Got it. ” She rolled her eyes at me. “Are you nervous?” She asked changing the subject.
My mood sank, “Yes, but its something I need to do.”
“I wish I could go with you.” Isabella mused.
“A prison is no place for a pregnant woman.” I said shocked. “Besides, I haven’t seen my father since I was very little, but I have questions that I need to have answered.”
I was extremely nervous. For months I had debated on visiting my father at Prison. Ever since I found out I was going to be a father, I had been wanting to see him. Maybe it was because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t doomed to repeat his same mistakes…
It was a rainy, and dark and miserable day. I stood outside in line waiting to get into the prison. I watched the guards one by one take the visitors inside. We each were issued a visitors pass.
Once I went through inspection, and was asked questions I stood outside of a locked set of doors. The guard pushed a button and nodded at me.
“Go ahead.” He said his voice sounding bored, and stern all at once.
I took a seat in front of 2 paneled glass. I watched nervously as my father was lead into the room and seated behind the glass.
He was older than I remembered him, and I was stricken with how much we looked alike. We had the same dark hair and facial features, except where his eyes were a brownish grey color, my eyes were a light blue that I inherited from my late grandfather, Sam, and also my mother.
The guards led us both silently into the visitor’s room. I took a seat across from my father. It was a long time before we spoke.
“You look good Cole, its been awhile.” Milo finally said.
“Yeah well, when you saw me last, I was a toddler, and you had just kidnapped me, so yeah.” I said a little bitterly.
Milo at least had the good grace to look ashamed. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, I know…”
“You can say that.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.
“I just wanted to know why you chose drinking over me, why couldn’t you pull yourself together, for me. For my mother?” I asked, my heart was hurting, but I would not cry in front of this man.
“I was stupid, I was young, I had a lot of problems. I can only apologize to you, but I know it’s not good enough.” Milo hung his head as if in shame. I felt no sympathy for the man who fathered me, and was never apart of my life.
“Do you know what it was like growing up, fatherless, and when other kids would ask about my dad, I would have to say he was in Prison? People looked at me like I was a time bomb ready to explode.”
“I’m sorry Cole, I hope one day you can forgive me.”
I looked him in the eyes. “Your going to be a grandfather.”
Milo smiled, a little sadly. “Congrats, Cole.”
I said nothing.
Milo cleared his throat. “I’m up for parole soon. Maybe you’ll let me meet my grandchild one day.”
I laughed loudly, and bitterly, slamming my hand down on the table. One of the guards stationed at the doors gave me a look as if telling me to calm down.
I stood, leaning on the table, and fixed a glare at the man who gave me life, but who was dead to me.
“You want my forgiveness?” I hissed. “I hope you die in here.”
I stood and walked away, not before seeing the look of hurt and shock flash across Milo’s face.
“Let me out of here.” I said to the guard, I felt like my skin was boiling. The air was too hot and stuffy, and if I didn’t get out of here now, I was going to break down, and scream.
Outside, I let out my breath, and felt myself relax little by little. Coming here was a mistake, but If I took anything away from the meeting with my father, it was that I was going to be a way better dad then he could ever be….
I felt better, the minute I walked through the front door to my house. This was where I belonged, not at the prison, but here, with my wife and unborn child.
I sat behind her, and touched her belly. No kick this time, I figured the baby was resting, just like his or her mom should be doing…
“Where is Cordelia?” I asked.
“She ran to the grocery store, I’m fine Cole, I promise. Resting, just like you told me too. I can only lay in bed so long before I go crazy, you know.” She laughed.
“How was the visit with your dad. Are you ok?” She changed the subject.
“I guess.” I said honestly. “I’m not sure visiting him gave me the answers I was looking for.”
“I’m sorry Cole. But I think you need to just forgive him, and if you really can’t let it go.”
Isabella grabbed my hand and held it. Her hand, small and warm in mine calmed me and made me feel better.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I just want to focus on you, and our baby.”
We spent the next couple hours together, laughing and talking. Discussing baby names, and our prediction on the possible sex of the baby.
“A girl.” I said laughing. “I think its going to be a baby girl.”
“I think it’s a boy,” Isabella laughed. “He certainly kicks like one!”
It didn’t matter to me, boy or girl, I would love them, unconditionally.
Isabella spent a lot of time during the last months of her pregnancy relaxing upstairs in the rocking chair. We were determined to not find out the sex of the baby, since this was probably going to be our only child, we wanted it to be a surprise. We painted the nursery in a yellow gender neutral theme.
Cordelia and Max spent a lot of time over at our house. They too, were busy preparing for the arrival of their little one. They too, wanted to be surprised on the sex of their baby.
While Cordelia and Isabella hung out inside discussing babies, and trading decorating tips, Max and I hung outside on the back porch drinking beers.
It was pouring rain. We had initially had plans to clear out the weeds from the back yard and build a tree house.
“You nervous about being a dad?” Max asked me taking a swig of his beer.
“Hell yeah.” I laughed. “Aren’t you?”
“Of coarse, I don’t think we would be normal if we weren’t scared to death”
“The yard is a mess. I can’t have a child playing back there.” I stared out into the yard.
“Remember how many parties we had out by that fire pit?” Max laughed finishing his beer, and grabbing another, popping off the cap loudly. Beer foam dribbled down his chin as he tipped it back.
“Ah yes. Now I’m replacing the fire pit, for a sand box and a tree house.” I laughed shaking my head. “How times do change.”
“Here’s to our unborn babies, and our wives.” Max said. We clinked our beer bottles together.
It took Max and I two days to build that tree house. But when we finished we stood back and admired our work.
“Who wants to try it out?” Max asked. “Lets climb up, if it holds us, then it will hold your child.”
Max and I, climbed around the tree house, to make sure everything held.
It was an early September morning when Isabella went into labor. She was down in the kitchen getting something to eat, when her waters broke.
I had her bags packed and ready for weeks, as her pregnancy was a difficult one, the doctor told me to be prepared for a possibly early birth.
I’ll never forget the trip to the hospital. I wanted to drive fast, but Isabella urged me to slow down and not cause a wreck.
The birth was a long, and painful one, over 20 hours of labor. Finn Maxwell Gallagher was born at 4:22 AM, weighing in at 4 pounds and 3 ounces. He was a small baby, but he was healthy.
Isabella came through the pregnancy weak and exhausted, but otherwise ok.
It was a week before Little Finn could come home from the hospital, but both Isabella and I were excited to finally have our little family resting under one roof again.
Isabella took to motherhood wonderfully. She loved Finn with every ounce and fiber of her being. I loved coming home from work and seeing her resting with little Finn in her rocking chair.
It was exactly a month later that we got the call from a panicked Max, that Cordelia was going into labor.
Cordelia gave birth to a healthy baby boy she and Max named Mason Alexander Zenteri. He was a large baby, weighing in at 9 pounds 11 ounces. Even though Finn was a month older, they were the same exact size!
Cordelia and Isabella spent a lot of time together with the babies, and trading mommy tips. Finn and Mason were sure to grow up to be close, since Max and Cordelia even bought the empty house next door. Now we were neighbors!
“Are you disappointed that we can’t have another baby?” Isabella asked me one evening as I came up behind her as she stood over Finn’s crib watching him sleep.
“Not at all.” I said honestly. And I ment it. Sure I would have loved to have another baby with Isabella, but as the doctor said. Another pregnancy would be extremely risky given Isabella’s fragile health.
“He’s perfect.” Isabella said looking down into the crib as Little Finn slept peacefully. He was such a good baby, and at a month old, was already sleeping through the night.
“He takes after you.” I said kissing her cheek softly. He had a soft crown of light blond hair on his head, and his eyes were the dark blue color of most newborns, but seemed to be turning a light shade of brown.
“I think he looks like you.” Isabella said.
“He’s a good mix of us both.” I said. “Are you ready for bed?”
Isabella looked down into the crib. “Just a little while longer. I love watching him sleep.”
I leaned into the crib and kissed Finn’s sweet little face. “Goodnight buddy, see you in the morning.”
I hugged Isabella tightly. “I love you.”