Just the Girl in the Mirror

-Andy’s POV-
August 2; only thirteen more days til I am a married man. I won’t lie; I’m nervous as hell. I never pictured myself getting married this young, or at all.
Until I met her.
Deanna Jeanne Martenson; my one and only. Damn, I’m getting all mushy again. But, I can’t help it. Love does that to you; it makes you vulnerable, it makes you weak, and it makes you stupid. However, we were none of those.
The past few months have been hell; with Naomi’s death and her Aunt’s arrest, things were tense amongst DJ’s family. Tom also kept tabs on Selena’s, so we hardly saw CC as much. I watched my fun-loving, super bubbly girlfriend turn cold, and had to warm her up again. That was a lot harder than it seemed.

*A couple months prior*
There we were, in the doctor’s office yet again. Being in her second trimester, DJ had to come here every other week. I loved how she glowed, even with her sour disposition. I couldn’t blame her; her aunt went crazy and her best friend was murdered. That kind of shit turns any easy going individual into one who gives no fucks.
The doctor’s office was crowded for a Monday, especially at 9:30am. I was still in my basketball shorts and white t-shirt from bed time last night, and DJ was half asleep, leaning on me for support – literally.
“Martenson; Deanna Martenson,” the nurse called from the doorway
“Baby, that’s us,” I whispered at her, and kissed her head.
“Okay,” she said sleepily, and stretched.
Her stomach poked out of the light sweat jacket she was wearing. I smiled, staring at her ever growing bump, knowing I helped create what she was carrying. I couldn’t help looking at her like that; she was a beautiful pregnant woman. No stretch marks yet, which was impressive because this baby seemed to be growing quickly.
Walking back to the ultrasound room, she clutched my hand and gave off a small smile. Today was the day: the day we find out what we are having.
“Are you nervous?” she asked, looking back at me for a moment.
“Just a tad,” I said, taking my usual seat in the maroon colored chair off to the side.
“Now, if you could change into this gown really quickly, and lay down on the examination table, the doctor will be with you in a few moments,” the nurse instructed, smiling as she took her leave.
“God, why can’t we have one of these at home,” I groaned, watching her change into the front-opening hospital gown.
She giggled, flashing me her now D cup breasts.
“Oh god, woman,” I said, feeling shorts adjust to a growing hard on, “Not here,”
“I love you, Andy,” she said to me, smiling slightly, “I’m so sorry I haven’t been the easiest to live with,”
“Baby, you don’t have any reason to apologize,” I said, getting up to embrace her after she had closed her robe, “You have had so much going on; I just wish I could be more help than I have been.”
She placed her hand on my cheek and rubbed it with her thumb. Taking her hand in mine, I kissed it and helped her up onto the table.
Just as I sat down again, her OBGYN enters the room. Her name was Dr. Mary Shelton, and I would recommend her to anyone who was a young parent. She is really good with explaining the nature of things.
“Good Morning, Biersacks!” chimed this short stature, thin, spiked haired woman.
“ ‘morning, Shelton,” I said, trying my best to not sound tired.
“Aw, Andy,” she started, “You disappoint me with your lack of enthusiasm.”
“It’s early,” groaned my counterpart from her place on the table.
Chuckling, she sat down on the rolling stool in front of the table.
“I forget, you guys are only in your twenties.”
She went through the thorough examination of DJ’s body before the ultrasound. Feeling the baby, she smiled.
“Feels like we’re on target for your original October 3rd due date, Missy,” she said, grabbing her questionnaire she was required to do.
“Ok, DJ, how have you been sleeping?”
“Better than last month,” she said, looking at me, “Andy sleeps on the other side of the bed now, which has helped me so much. Plus, the pillow our friend Ashley bought me has really made a difference.”
“Good to hear,” she scribbled down information, and looked up at me.
“You said you had some questions, Mr. Biersack?”
I swallowed hard, only mildly prepared to ask about my worries.
“What should I be doing to make her more comfortable?”
DJ smiled, which made me smile in return.
“You know, surprisingly enough we don’t get that question often. Most men are afraid to touch certain areas when their girlfriend, wife, or partner are with child.” She said, and grabbed me a pamphlet.
“This should tell you different massage techniques, different rubbing oils, and various other methods to help her feel comfortable as the days get closer.” She paused for a minute, and looked down at her chart.
“Final question for both of you,” she looked over her glasses that balanced on the tip of her nose.
“How much sex are you having?”
I began to giggle as DJ, who was caught off guard choked on the question a bit.
“Babe,” she said, regaining composure, “Would you like to answer this question?”
“Mary, we have had more than enough sex in the past week to make most single men jealous.”
Dr. Shelton busted out in hysterics; this was the reason she loved having us as patients.
“That’s great to hear, Andy,” she exclaimed while wiping tears out of her eyes, “DJ won’t have to worry about the birth canal being but so narrow then.”
She prepared the ultrasound machine, and began putting in the necessary information.
“Are you two ready?”
“YES,” was said in unison, as I slid over next to my bride-to-be.
Moments later, we heard the heart beat and saw what looked to be female parts. A few pictures and movements later, it was confirmed.
“Congratulations, Biersacks; You are having a baby girl,”
DJ lit up like a Christmas tree, as I rubbed her forehead softly.
“I am going to love having a daddy’s girl,” I whispered into her ear and giving the side of her head a light nuzzle.
“I’m going to love you being her daddy,” she said, beaming, “This helps me feel better, too.”
“By the way, you are almost 20 weeks along, DJ,” Dr. Shelton smiled, and handed us the ultrasound pictures she took, “Almost there, honey.”
She left the room, leaving us to reflect on our new addition and to get ready to go home; so much preparation needed to be done.

Notes

first chapter to the next chapter of life for DJ and Andy