Chapter Seventeen
Kiss Me, Kill Me
At her nextdoctor’s appointment, the doctor decided that she was under too much stress and that she needed to really start taking it easy.
“You are 35 weeks, so close to the home stretch. Baby is sounding good, it feels like she’s gotten into position. So, stay off your feet and relax. The longer she stays in there the better.”
“Should we stop rehearsing?” Mark asked the doctor.
“If it is a high energy activity, then probably. I’m sure you can find things to do that will allow her to sit often and keep drinking water.”
Cleo rolled her eyes at the doctor.
“I was performing up until the day I had my youngest son, I think I’ll be fine.”
There were some more directions on how to stay comfortable and let Tot grow. I think most of it went in one ear and out the other for Cleo. It was mildly frustrating. We needed a happy, on time, baby.
Mark decided to call it on the way back to Cleo’s house.
“We are officially taking a break from recording and rehearsing until the baby is born. We can work on other stuff. Promo, costumes, social media.”
Cleo began to protest but Mark put his hand up.
“Everyone could use a break. A few weeks isn’t going to kill us. We are already way ahead of schedule. Stop worrying about it and enjoy the rest of your time with Tot.”
She crossed her arms under her giant chest and pouted.
“I’m naming her Tarantula,” she threatened. Mark ignored her and continued driving.
“Lucy,”
Mark looked over at me and we shared a look that said that’s the best she’s said so far.
“Fer,” she finished. And there it was.
The rest of the way home was spent listening to Cleo threaten her bandmate with horrible names for our child.
“Tequila, Jezebel, Jemima, Oprah!”
When we were able to drop her off and go home, I think we were both relieved to get her out of the car. Hoping for some intimate time, I was disappointed when Mark asked if he could hop on over to Adrian’s.
“Just for a few hours. Then I’ll get home and take you out. What do you want to do? Dinner, dancing?” He teased me, doing a quick cha cha slide type move. I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t dance.”
He laughed and kissed me quickly.
“Well, I have you here to teach me. I’ll be back, just be ready.”
“Ready for what?”
He grinned ear to ear and winked.
“I’ll surprise you,” he said, backing away towards the door and disappearing.
Deciding that maybe he really was going to take me dancing I bathed, curled my hair and did my makeup as perfect as I could. Stepping into my closet I searched until I found silver dress that he had bought for me a while back. It was silk and form-fitting. I looked great in it.
Slipping it on, I checked the time. It was almost eight o clock. Where was he? As if on cue, my phone started ringing.
