Four weeks later, I was six months and loving it. I was in one of the bedrooms painting. I was going to make it the nursery. I was humming along to the music that I had playing when I heard the front door slam. I put my paint roller down and went downstairs and saw Nick. He was mad. "Nick, what's wrong," I said. "I hate the guys, I hate Fatima, I hate them all," Nick said angrily. "What happened?" I asked. "They said I was fat, that I need to lose weight!" Nick said. "Nick, honey, calm down, you are not fat, okay, I'm fat, but you aren't, not to me anyway," I said. He came over to me. "You think I'm fat!" Nick said. "No, I don't, Nick," I said. "Yes, you do!" Nick said angrily. "Nick, I don't think you're fat!" I said. "I can see it, you do think I'm fat!" Nick said. "Nick," I said. "Admit it!" Nick yelled. "Don't yell at me!" I said. He got his keys. "Where are you going!" I said. "Somewhere where I can breathe!" Nick yelled slamming the door behind him. I stood there. I sat down and felt tears in my eyes. Three days later, I was worried. Nick never came home. He hadn't called. I called Brian. "Hello," Brian said. "Brian, it's Bri, have you seen Nick?" I asked. "No, I haven't, not since he stormed out of the studio," Brian said. "I know, he came home and told me about it, then we got into a fight and he left, I haven't seen him since, he hasn't called, Brian, I'm worried and scared," I said. "I'll go find him, Bri, okay, just stay calm and stay by the phone, okay, I'll call when I find him, okay," Brian said. "Bye," I said. I hung up and sat there. I went upstairs and went back to painting the nursery. An hour later, the phone rang. I grabbed it. "Hello," I said. "Bri, I found him, he's at his parents, he's scared to come home, he feels guilty because he yelled at you, he knows he never yelled at you and it scared him," Brian said. "Where is he now?" I asked. "He's coming home," Brian said. "Thanks, Brian," I said. "And I apologized to him for calling him fat, I'll talk to you guys later, okay," Brian said. "Bye, Brian," I said. I hung up. I heard the front door open and close. I continued painting. I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and I heard them stop. I turned my head and saw him standing at the door. "Can we talk?" Nick asked. "Why," I said as I painted. "Bri, please," Nick said. I looked at him and put the roller down and went out the door and downstairs. He sat down beside me. He took my hand in his. "Sweetie, I'm sorry for yellig at you, I was just angry at Fatima and the guys and I didn't mean to take it out on you, I love you so much," Nick said. "It really hurt me, Nick, when you yelled at me and when you didn't come home for three days, I was worried sick about you," I said. "I know, Brian told me, I was scared, I never yelled at you and it scared me, I felt all this guilt and I couldn't shake it, I'm so sorry, baby," Nick said. "I forgive you, if you promise to never yell at me again," I said. "I promise," Nick said. We kissed. "Now, want to help me paint?" I asked getting up. "Paint what," Nick said. "The nursery, silly," I said. He smiled and put his hand on my stomach. "I'm so happy right now, Bri," Nick said. "Me, too," I said. He kissed my stomach and we went up and painted the nursery. Later that night, Nick and I sat in the living room, cuddled up in front of the TV. We were watching Lethal Weapon 4. I felt Nick kiss my forehead. "I don't ever want to lose you," Nick said. "I don't want to lose you either," I said. He put his hand on my stomach and we finished watching the movie. We went up and went to bed holding each other.

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