Unapologetically Me

Thirty Two

We were about half way moved into my apartment. I had most of my stuff and James had some of his stuff moved in.

I felt kind of giddy, knowing that I had a place to myself and James was going to stay with me. I looked around at all of the boxes and grinned. I ran a hand over my belly and felt our baby kick and I grinned.

She was beginning to be more active and even James was beginning to feel her move around. We still were a week away from her appointment with the heart specialist, so I was still worried about that, but moving really got my mind off of it for the most part.

"Where do you want this box?" Jordan wiped some sweat off of his forehead with his arm and held up a box that simply said my name. I sighed. James had marked all of my stuff with my name and all of my mom's stuff with hers, but I found kitchen stuff in one of my boxes, so I didn't even know anymore.

"Anywhere will be fine."

He went to the small living room and placed that box on top of the mountains of boxes in there and I walked around and began peering through some of the boxes lower on the pile, so that I could start putting them where they went.

James and his dad came grunting up the stairs with my couch and I moved quickly into the hallway as they flipped and turned the couch in various ways to get it to fit through the door. Behind them, Justice was holding the couch cushions, smiling because she was getting paid to help by her dad.

Some of the other, youger Starrs were helping as well, carrying blankets from my bed and towels for the bathroom. I wasn't so sure everything was going to fit after I saw the amount of boxes still left in the moving van we rented to get all of my sh*t out of the house.

I walked back down three flights of stairs to the moving van, dodging Starr children as I went and tried to grab a box. Jordan quickly took the box out of my arms with a scowl and redirected me to more towels. I rolled my eyes and grabbed those instead and made my way back up.

I had to admit, despite being athletic prior to getting pregnant, I got winded on my way up. And my side burned like I had run a damn marathon. James took the towels from me, kissed my forehead and sighed.

"I told you that you can start putting things away. We will get everything up here. Don't over do anything."

"I'm not a fragile toy. I can carry stuff in."

"You're face is red and sweaty and you're puffing heavily. You can stay upstairs."

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Fine. But you also suck at labeling boxes."

"I know. You've told me about a million times today." He grinned and swatted my butt, just as his mom walked in with another box. I blushed and scowled at him.

He chuckled as he walked off and I glared at all of the boxes I had to unpack. This was going to be fun. Chloe had popped up earlier to help with her boyfriend and helped for a couple of hours before she had to meet up with his parents for brunch. Then Michael had also come and helped but got called back home because his parents found weed in his bedroom.

It surprised me how much help I was getting and it made me feel really good that everyone was doing this for me.

I found some kitchen utensils and placed the stuff in the tiny kitchen. I put up some pots and pans and took a deep breath when I felt a tiny jolt of pain in my side again.

I leaned against the counter and waited for the jab of pain to quit and then got back to organizing.

I found some bathroom stuff next and put them in the bathroom. I folded towels and blankets and put them in the hallway closet and then moved on to making my bed in the master bedroom.

I stopped again when I sneezed and peed myself a little bit. I twisted my legs and looked around because I still didn't know where my clothes was so that I could change. I was standing there in the bedroom like that when James found me. I blushed, embarrassed, because I was standing with my leggings and panties covered in piss.

"Hey, what happened?"

"I sneezed and peed myself. Its a little bit more than just a little, so I was too embarrassed to go out there and try to find my clothes."

He nodded slowly then glanced down at my legs. "Why do you still have your legs crossed?"

"Because I'm still kind of peeing."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Okay, wait here and I'll go look for your clothes. We are almost done, so I'll send them home as soon as we get the last box inside."

"Thank you! Please hurry!"

He kissed my forehead and when he left I waddled slowly to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet with my clothes on still. I waited patiently for about fifteen minutes before James breezed in with a difficult pair of leggings, a pair of my big comfy underwear and a new t-shirt. He also brought me a towel.

"Go ahead and shower. They should be gone by the time you get out."

I nodded and he left quickly. I jumped into the shower quickly and washed off. I threw my clothes in the hamper and got dressed.

When I walked out of the bathroom, James was laying on the bed with his arms slung over his face.

When he heard me walk out, he sat up slowly with a tired smile.

"Hey, they're gone." I smiled and walked to the bed. I straddled him and he placed his hands on my hips. I got another tiny cramp and I grimaced.

"What's wrong?"

"Just a small cramp."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think I twisted the wrong way earlier when I was helping bring stuff in."

"Okay, well if it keeps hurting, let me know so that we can go get it checked out."

I smiled and I kissed his lips gently. "I will. So are you going to help me put everything up?"

"No. I figured we would just laze around for the rest of the evening."

I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. "Yeah, no. I need to find my clothes for school tomorrow."

He rubbed his hands up and down my thighs and groaned. "Sh*t, you're right. I need to find my clothes too." He sighed and glanced at the mess of boxes around our bedroom.

"Alright. I'll order pizza for dinner and then we'll go through boxes until it gets here or we find out clothes. Deal?"

I nodded and scooted off of him. He sat up and sighed heavily again. He took his phone out and and began clicking through it. I walked into our now full livingroom and grabbed the first box nearest me.

It had some bedroom stuff so I carried it to the bedroom and began putting all of the stuff up. James finished ordering and went to the living room and brought back another box. Some of his stuff.

We went like that for the next half hour and completed about ten boxes before the pizza came. None of which had either of our clothes. So we ate some pizza and watched a comedian on James' phone while we ate, then got back to work.

I found some of his clothes in a pile on the couch under some boxes after another half hour and then he found my clothes near the TV stand and brought it to the bedroom triumphantly.

We hung up and put up our clothes in dressers. Most of mine was now too small, but I was able to find a new pair of jeggings I brought myself and I paired it with one of James' long sleeve t-shirts that fit me perfectly.

We then threw all of the boxes back into the half empty living room and laid down in bed.

He held me and since it was a new place, I struggled to fall asleep. It seemed like James was struggling too, but we managed to fall asleep a little after midnight.

The next morning, I got up and kind of felt like crap. I didn't tell James, because I didn't want to worry him, but my back was aching and I felt a little pressure in my lower abdomen. I figured I pulled something in the move, so I waved it off.

At school, the pain got a little worse and by the time third period rolled around, I knew something was wrong.

I raised my hand and when Mr. Fallon didn't acknowledge me, I stood up. When I did, I felt a rush of liquid down my leg and gasped. A boy sitting next to me stood up quickly, his eyes wide as he stared down at my chair and he grabbed his sweater and thrust it at me.

"You're bleeding." He announced loud enough to get Mr. Fallon's attention.

I felt faint and the next thing I knew, I was laying in the ground with a group of people surrounding me.

After that was all a blur. I didn't remember faces or sounds or even what the hell I said to anyone. I just remembered being carted out in an ambulance and James trying to fight his way into it with me.