The First Punch
Please Come Home
Maison's POV
"Tony please come home." I said into the phone.
"I said in a minute. Jesus." He said hanging up.
Mike got him drunk. Again.
I was now eight months pregnant and I could barely bend down. In fact I couldn't bend down to get anything. My feet were sore and my back hurt a lot of the time. To top it all off Tony was scared shitless once again from the baby and was starting to drink more than he usually does.
I just plopped down on the couch and just sat there.
"Mommy. Where's daddy? I wanted to show him my picture I drew of our whole family." Spencer said showing me the picture.
It had Tony, Jaime, Vic, Mike, and I all standing around with Samantha and Spencer holding hands as Tyler held a little baby in his hands.
"Spencer this is so pretty. I'm pretty sure daddy would love it but he's busy right now." I said just as the door opened revealing a drunk Tony.
"I'm home." He said sternly slamming the door closed.
Spencer hid behind me in the couch.
"Hey Spencer how about you goto your room and make another picture and turn on daddy's music really loud okay." I said rubbing her back.
She nodded and ran up the stairs to her room and the first song that came on was 'The First Punch'.
"What did you want?" Tony asked sitting on the couch.
"What I want is for my husband not to come home drunk as hell when a baby is on the way." I said sternly.
"I'm not getting into this again with you." He said getting up.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
He just turned around with tears in his eyes.
"I'm fucking scared to death. I'm scared for you. I'm scared for the baby! You know what the doctor said last month! That something could go wrong! I could lose you or the baby. Or both! Do you know how scared I am!" He screamed loudly.
I heard Tyler run into Spencer's room and shut the door loudly.
"Do you not think I'm scared? Because I am!" I yelled back.
"But you aren't scared for yourself! You're scared more for the baby than yourself! Do you know how hard the decision is going to be if I have to fucking choose? I won't be able to!" He said sobbing now.
I couldn't help but cry. I was crying sitting down beside him on the stairs.
"Tony baby. We're going to be fine. The pregnancy went fine and I'm pretty sure the birth will to! I had more of a chance to go when the twins were born." I said trying not to sound like such a wreck.
"I just don't want to choose." He sobbed again and leaned into me while we both cried.
We stayed like that for at least twenty minutes crying and hugging and holding each other close.
"I'm so fucking sorry." Tony mumbled into my ear with his head in my shoulder.
"It's fine. Just don't come home shit faced again. You know how I feel about that." I said rubbing his back.
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry." He said again looked at me in the eyes.
I nodded and heard that Hold On Till May was playing from Spencer's room.
"This is still my favorite song." I said closing my eyes and put my forehead on Tony's.
He just nodded an hummed parts of the song and almost fell asleep.
"Babe I can't carry you up the stairs. Can't carry three people now." I said.
"Right. Sorry." He mumbled getting up and going to our room to sleep.
I got up slowly and walked up the stairs slowly and went into Spencer's room and turned off the music and hugged them both and told them that everything is okay now and that they should go to sleep. They did and I walked out and closed the door.
I walked back into our room and saw that Tony left out one of his tank tops and a pair of my maternity shorts out for my pajamas.
I smiled and quickly changed and got into bed and got on my side an pressed my bak up against him and felt his arms go around my waist and rest on my stomach where the baby kicked a couple of times before I fell asleep.
"Tony please come home." I said into the phone.
"I said in a minute. Jesus." He said hanging up.
Mike got him drunk. Again.
I was now eight months pregnant and I could barely bend down. In fact I couldn't bend down to get anything. My feet were sore and my back hurt a lot of the time. To top it all off Tony was scared shitless once again from the baby and was starting to drink more than he usually does.
I just plopped down on the couch and just sat there.
"Mommy. Where's daddy? I wanted to show him my picture I drew of our whole family." Spencer said showing me the picture.
It had Tony, Jaime, Vic, Mike, and I all standing around with Samantha and Spencer holding hands as Tyler held a little baby in his hands.
"Spencer this is so pretty. I'm pretty sure daddy would love it but he's busy right now." I said just as the door opened revealing a drunk Tony.
"I'm home." He said sternly slamming the door closed.
Spencer hid behind me in the couch.
"Hey Spencer how about you goto your room and make another picture and turn on daddy's music really loud okay." I said rubbing her back.
She nodded and ran up the stairs to her room and the first song that came on was 'The First Punch'.
"What did you want?" Tony asked sitting on the couch.
"What I want is for my husband not to come home drunk as hell when a baby is on the way." I said sternly.
"I'm not getting into this again with you." He said getting up.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
He just turned around with tears in his eyes.
"I'm fucking scared to death. I'm scared for you. I'm scared for the baby! You know what the doctor said last month! That something could go wrong! I could lose you or the baby. Or both! Do you know how scared I am!" He screamed loudly.
I heard Tyler run into Spencer's room and shut the door loudly.
"Do you not think I'm scared? Because I am!" I yelled back.
"But you aren't scared for yourself! You're scared more for the baby than yourself! Do you know how hard the decision is going to be if I have to fucking choose? I won't be able to!" He said sobbing now.
I couldn't help but cry. I was crying sitting down beside him on the stairs.
"Tony baby. We're going to be fine. The pregnancy went fine and I'm pretty sure the birth will to! I had more of a chance to go when the twins were born." I said trying not to sound like such a wreck.
"I just don't want to choose." He sobbed again and leaned into me while we both cried.
We stayed like that for at least twenty minutes crying and hugging and holding each other close.
"I'm so fucking sorry." Tony mumbled into my ear with his head in my shoulder.
"It's fine. Just don't come home shit faced again. You know how I feel about that." I said rubbing his back.
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry." He said again looked at me in the eyes.
I nodded and heard that Hold On Till May was playing from Spencer's room.
"This is still my favorite song." I said closing my eyes and put my forehead on Tony's.
He just nodded an hummed parts of the song and almost fell asleep.
"Babe I can't carry you up the stairs. Can't carry three people now." I said.
"Right. Sorry." He mumbled getting up and going to our room to sleep.
I got up slowly and walked up the stairs slowly and went into Spencer's room and turned off the music and hugged them both and told them that everything is okay now and that they should go to sleep. They did and I walked out and closed the door.
I walked back into our room and saw that Tony left out one of his tank tops and a pair of my maternity shorts out for my pajamas.
I smiled and quickly changed and got into bed and got on my side an pressed my bak up against him and felt his arms go around my waist and rest on my stomach where the baby kicked a couple of times before I fell asleep.
Why is the girl called spencer? o.O
2/26/14