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Growing Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: I made a slight change to the last chapter. Instead of being a month and a half pregnant, she is now three months along.

Growing Love
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Chapter 8: Meeting Isabella
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“I’m really nervous,” I said as I drove our rental car towards Isabella’s apartment.

“I am too. I really hope she’s telling the truth. Surely no one would be that cruel to lie to us about something like this,” Chris said.
“Not to be pessimistic, but you’d be surprised at how heartless people can be in this world.” I turned to him. “Where now?”
He looked down at the map he had printed out from MapQuest. “Take a left here.”
I did as told.
“It’s at the end of the road. Apartment 220,” Chris told me.
I drove down the road, and stopped in front of an apartment complex. “Is that it?”
Chris nodded. “It must be. It’s the only apartment complex on this road.”
I parked in one of the guests’ parking spots, and then shut off the engine.
For a moment, we just sat there, not saying anything, and not making any move to go in.
Chris was the first to break the silence. “You ready?”
I sighed. “Not really, but let’s go.”
We both got out of the car, and shut our doors. I locked the car.
Chris and I looked at each other. We both smiled, then we held hands and headed to the front door.
I pressed the buzzer under her name, and it didn’t take long for her to buzz back.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Chris and Blake Lewison, Ma’am,” Chris said politely.
She buzzed us in right away. “Come in, please! I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Thank you,” Chris and I said in unison.
Chris held the door open for me, and I waked in. He walked in behind me, and we headed to her apartment.
When we got there, I had barely got a knock in when the door swung open. There stood a woman, who looked to be about five feet. Her skin was flawless. She had pretty green eyes and shoulder-length, curly black hair.
She smiled brightly. “Hello! Wow. I cannot believe that Blake and Chris Lewison are standing at my door. It is a pleasure to meet you two. Please, come right in.” She stepped back.
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure meeting you too,” I said, walking into the room.
Chris smiled, and followed behind me.
After Isabella shut the door, she turned to us and stuck out her hand.
Chris was the first to shake it. “Hello, Isabella! I am so happy to meet you too.”
I shook her hand after Chris did.
“Please, sit down.” She motioned to the couch. “I have fixed us a snack. Just let me go get it from the kitchen.”
“I can help if you need it,” Chris said, standing up.
She swatted the air with her hand. “No, no. I’ve got it. Please, sit back down and relax.”
Chris did, and she disappeared into the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight, we turned to each other and grinned. Then, we said in unison, ‘She really is pregnant!’.” Even though she was only four months along, we could clearly see her baby bulge.
I ignored the nagging feeling in my gut that she could be wearing one of those pregnancy simulator things.
B∞C

Isabella came out with a tray of cookies and milk. “I know it’s not much, but I wasn’t sure what you guys liked.” She sat down in a chair diagonal from the couch.
“This is fine, thank you. They look good,” I said. I grabbed a sugar cookie with red sprinkles and took a bite. “Mm...”
Blake tried a chocolate chip cookie. “Mm. These are good. They are nice and moist.” He took another bite.
Isabella blushed. “Thank you. I made them myself. So, do you guys have any questions you would like to ask me?”
“How far along are you? Three months?” I asked.
Isabella nodded. “Yep! In fact, I’m due for my first sonogram in a couple weeks. I would have thought I’d have to go earlier, but my obstetrician told me they don’t like to see patients until their first trimester.”
“So, you're really pregnant? You aren’t just playing us?” Blake asked her.
I whipped around to face Blake. “Blake, don’t be rude!”
He shrugged. “Sorry. I just want to make sure we’re not getting our hopes up for nothing.”
Isabella smiled. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you for asking.” She lifted her shirt just enough for us to see her stomach. There was indeed a little bulge there.
“You could just be fat,” Blake commented.
I blushed several shades of red, I’m sure. “I apologize for my husband,” I said. I glared at Blake again.
Isabella laughed. “You guys are so cute. Here.” She got up and headed to the desk that was setting against the back wall of the living room. She opened a drawer, and took out some papers. Then, she brought them over to us and handed them to us before sitting back down.
Blake and I examined the papers.
“They look legit,” Blake said.
“They are,” she assured him.
We were looking at the results of her pregnancy test.
I smiled at her, and handed the papers back. “So, you really want to give us your baby?”
She took the papers. “Yes. I am in no position to take care of a baby. I want you two to have him or her.”
“How do we know you won’t change your mind after you have the baby?” Blake asked.
I really wanted to smack him. I’d never lay a hand on him, but I sure wanted to right now.
“I will put it in writing and have it legalized,” she said without hesitation.
Blake smiled. “I don’t mean to be rude. I’d just feel better doing that. I really don’t want to get my husband’s and my hopes up for nothing.”
“I can go with you guys to my lawyer’s office, and we’ll draw up the contract. How long are you staying for?” she asked.
“A couple days,” Blake answered.
I really didn’t feel the need to get a contract, and felt bad making her sign one, but if it would make Blake feel better, then I would agree to it.
“We can go tomorrow since it’s my day off,” she said. “My lawyer is really good to me. He wants to meet you guys anyway, and says I can call him any time if I want to get together or talk to him about something, and he will free his schedule.”
“All right,” Blake agreed.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked Isabella.
“Not in the slightest. Anything to make you two feel better about this,” she said. “I understand completely.”
I nodded. “All right.” I guess, deep down, I was grateful for the piece of mind we’d have too.
B∞C

I hoped I wasn’t rude by asking her for a contract, but I couldn’t take any chances. How was I to know she wouldn’t change her mind once she was holding her baby in her arms? Or that she wouldn’t try to take the baby away from us once she had enough money to raise it? There was no way I was going to take that chance.
“So, will you be able to tell if it’s a boy or a girl when you have your first sonogram?” I asked, changing the subject.
Isabella shook her head. “No, I probably won’t know that until about another month and a half. You guys are welcome to come to it though. It’s your baby after all. That is, if you want him or her.”
“We definitely want it,” I said.
Chris took my hand in his, smiled at me, and nodded.
My heart soared. I just love seeing him happy.
Chris tuned to her. “If you don’t mind, we would love to go to your first appointment.”
“I don’t mind at all. That’s why I offered,” she said with a smile.
“Do you have any pictures of the father?” I asked Isabella. I looked up at Chris and smiled, gently squeezing his hand. “I want to see what our baby might look like.” It felt so weird referring to it as “our baby.”
Isabella nodded. “Of course!” She walked back over to the desk, and put the papers back in. She closed the drawer, and then took two framed photos off the top of the desk. She headed back to the chair, sat down, and handed us the pictures.
Chris took one, and I took another.
The one I had was a picture of Isabella hugging a good looking man from behind. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was semi-muscular. His skin, like Isabella’s, was flawless. There was no doubt the baby would be one good looking baby.
Chris handed me his picture, and I gave him mine. The next pictures was just of the guy. He had on surfer shorts and was standing on the beach with a surf board. The guy really was good looking. His hair was shaggier in this picture, and sun-kissed blonde. He had perfect teeth and perfect abs. It made me a little self conscious about my own looks. I probably would never have perfect teeth or perfect abs.
“I like how you have green eyes, and your fiance had brown eyes. The baby will at least have mine or Blake’s eye color,” Chris told Isabella with a big grin.
She smiled. “I thought about that too. In fact, I think Frank looks a little like Blake. As for me, some people have said I have similar eyes to you.”
“You kind of do,” I agreed, examining Isabella’s eyes.
“I see a little resemblance between Blake and Frank, now that you mention it,” Chris said, looking at Frank’s picture again. “He’s got a better body though.”
I gently pushed Chris, causing him to fall against the arm of the couch.
Isabella laughed.
“I don’t know. I think Blake had a pretty good body.”
I smiled. “Thank you!”
“A find a little baby fat cute,” she then added.
Chris laughed.
My smile faded. “Very funny.”
“We’re just playing. I love your body,” Chris said to me, gently massaging my thigh.
I smiled again. “That’s better.”
We set the photos on the coffee table.
“So, you and Frank are both white, right? You are both tanned, but you’re not Latino are you? Not that it would matter if you were, it’s just…” Chris trailed off.
“We’re both white and Americans. Don’t worry. Your baby will be the same race as you guys,” Isabella assured us.
“I don’t mean to sound prejudice. We would love the baby regardless. I just thought it would be nice to have our baby be the same race as us,” Chris said.
“I know, and there is nothing wrong with that,” she said with a smile. “And in case you're wondering, neither Frank nor I ever did any kind of drugs. Neither of us ever smoked. He was just a social drinker, as am I. I should, Lord willing, have a very healthy baby. Are you two religious at all? I would like my baby raised to know God.”
Chris nodded. “I’m a Protestant Christian. He or she will definitely be raised as a Christian.
I nodded. “I am not really religious, but I have been going to church with Chris lately, and am a little more religious than I was before.”
She nodded. “Good. I’m glad to know that. Now, what do you guys want? A boy or a girl?”
Chris and I looked at each other, and laughed. Here we went again.
B∞C

“I want a girl,” I said. I felt myself getting excited about having a baby even more so now that we knew Isabella really was pregnant. “I want to buy her dresses and brush her hair. I want to see her having sleep overs and tea parties. I want to see her playing with her dolls. I really want a girl.”
Blake smirked. “And I want a boy. I want to teach him to beat-box like me. I want to see him play football like Chris did. I want to be there for when he gets his first girlfriend. I want to take him to monster truck shows or whatever kind of father and son thing he wants to do. I want to see the look in his eyes when I buy him his first car.”
“Aw. Chris, what will you do if I have a boy? Blake, what would you do if I have a girl?” Isabella asked.
I smiled, thinking about holding my son in my arms. “I’d love a boy just as much. I would be a little disappointed that he wasn’t a girl, but only at first. I’m sure the moment I hold him in my arms, his sex won’t matter in the slightest.”
Blake shrugged. “I’d be okay with having a girl. Like Chris said, it would be disappointing at first, but holding my daughter in my arms for the first time... I just know I’ll instantly love her the moment I look into her eyes.”
“I’m very happy to hear that,” Isabella told us.
“Well, do you have any more questions for us?” I asked her.
Isabella though about if for a moment. “Do you guys have any names picked out?”
Blake and I both nodded.
“We have Bliss picked out if it’s a girl. You know, part Blake, part Chris,” I explained.
“Aw! That is so cute. That is perfect. I kind of hope I have a girl now so that you can name her that,” Isabella rubbed her stomach.
“Well, we eventually want to have a boy and a girl, so if you have a boy, we’ll adopt a girl in a year or two, Blake told her. “Then we’ll of course name her Bliss.”
I smiled and nodded.
“Do you have any questions left for me?” she asked.
Blake and I both thought about it.
“Not me. I think you’ve told us everything we need to know,” Blake said.
I shook my head. “Except for when that first sonogram appointment is.” I smiled and winked at her.
“Two weeks from tomorrow. It is at eleven a.m.. Here. Let me write it down.” She stood up, and headed back to the desk. She took out a sheet of paper an a pen, and wrote down the date. Then, she walked back over to us and handed me the paper.
“Thank you,” I said.
Blake nodded. “Yeah, thanks. We’ll be there.”
I nodded my agreement.
After a little more small talk, we said our goodbyes. We would see Isabella the next day when we signed the contract. I was glad Isabella wasn’t angry with Blake for asking for one.

That night, I lay in bed with Blake. I was so excited. I could hardly wait to hold our baby in our arms. I told Blake so as he rested his head on my chest.
He smiled. “I can hardly wait either. You know, if we do have a boy, I think I want to call him Colin. You know, keep up a family name. Each generation can alternate between first and middle name. Colin is my middle name, but we will make Colin our son’s first name. Then our son can have a son using Colin as the middle name again, and so forth. That way father and son never have the same first name, and it won’t get confusing.”
“And Colin will still be part of the name, regardless,” I finished.
He nodded. “Exactly!”
I smiled, glad that we finally had our boy name just in case Isabella had a boy.
“So, you get to pick the middle name.” He kissed my chest. “Any ideas?”
I titled his head up and kissed his lips for a moment. Then, I broke the kiss and thought about it for a moment. “Hm… How about Colin Thomas?”
He smirked. “After your dog?”
I shrugged. “Maybe I just like the name Tommy. Plus, Tommy Boy is one of my father’s and my all time favorite movies.”
He gave me a look. “Come on. You love that dog like you very own son. People often name their pets what they would like to name their children.”
I blushed. “Okay, maybe it has a little something to do with it. But you have to admit, Colin Thomas is a nice name.”
He nodded, and then kissed my neck. “Yes, it is. Don’t worry. I think it’s sweet to name him after your dog. You love Tommy so much, and I know you’ll love our son even more.”
I hesitated.
“Why are you hesitating?” he asked.
“I don’t want to play favorites. Tommy is my son too.”
He rolled his eyes. “Tommy is a dog.”
“He’s not a dog to me. He is my son,” I insisted. It was true. I loved that dog, and I didn’t just think of him as a pet. He meant the world to me.
Blake crawled on top of me, and kissed my lips, letting his tongue run over them at one point. “I suppose there is nothing wrong with that.”
I ran my hands up his bare back, and kissed him back. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed me some more.
I moaned. “So, any idea for our girl’s middle name?”
“Mm, not at the moment. I’ll think of something eventually though.” He kissed and nipped up the side of my neck again.
I closed my eyes as he kissed behind my earlobe. “So, Colin Thomas for our boy?”
He moaned. “Why not? You’re right; it is a nice name. I just wouldn’t go around telling people you named our son’s middle name after your dog.”
I laughed. “Fine. People who know us are probably going to know anyway though. Maybe you and I can get a dog together.”
He continued kissing my neck. “Maybe, but I’d want a small one. I don’t want it scaring the baby when we get him or her. But, since we’re on the topic of dogs, what do you say we go for a little sex—doggy style?”
I laughed, and playfully swatted him. “You’re such a dork.”
He grinned at me. “But you want me anyway, don’t you?”
I lowered my eyes, thinking of him on all fours as I entered him again and again. “You know I do.” I moved so that I was the one on top of him now. “I get to be in charge tonight though.”
He closed his eyes and moaned as I began nipping at his neck. “Mm… Yes, Sir!”
I grinned. I liked getting my way.
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