The Walk: chapter two

"Hello?"

"Lenny, it's me Bee," Bridget said. "Oh my god, how are you?"

"Pretty good," she replied. "Paul is at work. Jeezes it always seems like he is at work, every since we started dating. Hmm…I just wish I got to spend more time with him. But honey how are you? I heard you had to go to the doctor because you kept on throwing up? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, that's what I was just calling you for," Bridget said and paused. "Do you think you can run over to my place soon?"

"Sure, but what's the matter?" asked Lena.

"You'll see when you get here," said Bridget.

"'K," said Lena. "See ya in a bit."

"Ya bye," she said and hung up.

Eric waited patiently as she called all of her friends and invited them over. They decided to tell all of her friends in person. Then they would fly to both Eric's parent's house and Bridget's dad house to tell them the good news.

"Ok everyone," said Bridget when everyone arrived and settled in the living room. She and Eric had joined hands together standing side by side. Carmen had a one-year boy, Jake, twisting and turning in her lap, frustrated that he couldn't wander around. Tibby and Brian decided to adopt a three-year-old girl, Katlin, who was currently wandering all around the room apparently fascinated with the design on the carpet. Bridget looked at all of her friends and said. "Eric and I have an important message to tell you. No actually to important messages."

"Oh stop procrastinating, Bee and tell us," said Tibby. "You had us all worried when you invited us and not telling why."

"Ok," she said and paused to look up with Eric. "We're going to get married."

"I know you always would," said Lena dreamily. "You were always like the perfect couple and all.

"Congratulations," said Carmen and she wrestled with the little boy until he knew he couldn't win and sat content on her lap. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Ya me, too," said Tibby. "You guys will make great parents, even if you do travel all the time. You'll always find time for your kids. And it's lots of fun."

"Thanks you guys," said Bee. "What would I do without you?" And they all joined together in a big group hug.

"When's the babies due?" asked Lena.

"In December," she replied. "Too bad 'cause it seems that everything important to me has always happened in the summer."

The next few weeks passed by; Bee constantly getting morning sickness, her friends stopping by to ask if they could do anything. Eric went back to playing soccer. He left for Cuba to play in the play-offs. Bee missed him so much. She went walking on the beach all the time when he was gone and when she wasn't sick.

One Tuesday, Bee had to go to the hospital for a birth-training course. She wore an old jersey that Eric had gotten her from a soccer tournament a few years ago and a pair of jean shorts that were frayed at the bottom. Her hair was pulled back into two French braids, messy but at least it kept her hair out of her face. Eric couldn't make it because he was still in Cuba, so Bee went alone. She figured that she could train with the instructor or something; she'd figure out when she got to the hospital. The walls of the waiting room were yellow and cheerful. There were the sounds of children crying and yelling. Little wooden and plastic toys littered the ground as she sat in the waiting and reading a magazine. She heard someone breathing right above her. 'Maybe it's Eric,' she thought. 'Maybe he was able to catch an earlier flight and was able to come.'

"Bee?" asked a familiar male voice. "Is that you?"

'Well it wasn't Eric,' she thought. 'But I know this person, but who is he?'

She looked up to see a boy who she hadn't seen for five years. Yet he was no longer a boy. He was no longer chubby but muscular and tall (around 6' 3"), but he still had that boyish grin on his face. He was wearing one of those baby blue hospital suits with a stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard in his hand.

"Hi Naughty," she said and smiled warmly.

"Hey," he replied. "I thought you forgot who I was?"

"How could I forget you Naughty," Bee said. "You were my number one goalie."

"Yeah,' he said and they laughed remembering that Naughty was only able to catch balls shot toward the sides. "So what are you doing here, coach?"

"I was going to ask the same thing to you," she said.

"Well I just got done with my first year of pre-med school. I am working here for the summer at the hospital as an intern. I decided to work this summer instead of going to camp. You?"

"Well, Eric and I are engaged and are going to have twins," she replied. "So I am here for birth training classes."

There was an awkward pause of silence. It was kinda weird that Bee just told the boy who like her that she was pregnant with Eric's children.

"How far along are you?" he asked.

"Just about 3 months," she replied.

"Well, where is he?" he asked looking around the waiting room and not seeing Eric. "Where is your partner? You need one for the training class. This is your first class right?"

"Yeah, I know. Eric is still in Cuba," she said. "He's coming home tonight, but he wasn't able to come this afternoon."

"Well if he's not here, then I'll be your partner," he offered. "I just got off my shift, so it's no problem."

"Ok," she replied relieved that she was able to get a partner.

So for the rest of the afternoon, Naughty and Bridget worked together on breathing exercises. Bridget lay down on her back with her knees bent and Naughty by her head. She had to breathe in and push against her stomach counting to ten before resting. While they were doing the exercise Naughty and his old coach talked and laughed about old soccer memories: how they went jogging and he looked like he was going to pass out, how she had faith in him when she placed him in net for the last shot in the finals in the tournament, how he tried to ask her out.

Soon the class was over and Bridget had to leave.

"Um Naughty," she said. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," he said. "Anything."

"Well Eric is going to be away a lot with games you know and won't be able to make many of the classes," she started. "I was wondering whether you would like to help coach me in the class. I mean if you're free. I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything."

"No problem," he replied. "I'm always off on Tuesdays in the afternoon and I know it's once a week, so I'll be able to make it if Eric can't."
"Great," she said and smiled. "Thanks for helping. I really appreciate it. I know Eric does, too. He's so disappointed that he can't make it since this is the first time."

"Oh," Naughty said with a little disappointment in his voice, but he covered it up by saying. "No problem. I'm just glad you two are happy."

"Yeah," she said. "We are. Well I better get going. Eric is coming home soon and I haven't started dinner yet."

"Ok," he said. "So see ya next week."

"Ya, bye," Bee said.

"Bye," he replied and waved as she left. Naughty still liked Bee. He still dreamed about her often. Bee stole his heart at camp, and still seems to have it. He tried to get over her by dating other girls, yet he was not able to do it. She had his heart for life. Naughty was glad to see her again though. She didn't seem to change from his memory. If anything she seemed to get more beautiful.

Eric wasn't able to make it to dinner. Bee left a plate in the refrigerator for him anyways in case he was still hungry. It was warm out that night. Bee was wearing an just a bra and panties on. Bee felt him climb into bed next to her. He wore a large t-shirt and a pair of striped boxers.

"Hey," she whispered turning towards him. "How was the flight?"

"Long," he replied and kissed her. "Too long. I missed you so much while I was gone."

"Yeah, I did, too," she replied.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to make the class," he said truly sincere. "I just missed the flight in and would have made it to the class, but I had to take the later flight."

"Oh," she replied. "It's okay. I saw an old friend today and he was able to help me out. You remember Naughton from soccer camp right? The boy who I put in goal for the last game?"

"Yeah I remember him," he replied.

"Yeah he was there today," she said. "He helped."

"Well I'll have to thank him."

"Eric, you must be tired," said Bee.

"Yeah, I want to go to sleep," he replied. "But I'd much rather making love to you."

"I know you would, but not tonight, honey, I don't feel so good."

"Ok," he replied understanding. "Night, Bubble-bee."

"Good night."

Author's note: So what did you all think? Good? Bad? Tell me what you want more of or less of? I didn't know how to write this chapter. Anyways the ending of this story might be rated M. I'll upload it sometime soon, when I get the chance to write it.