Karen's P.O.V.

It's been a month since the incident with the stalker. I am a couple days from being 4 months pregnant and the CMA's are coming up. I've been freaking out because I am showing and we haven't told the public yet. Elijah was at Kimberly's to play with Daisy for a while and Jimi and I were laying on the couch. He was against the back of the couch on his side while he was spooning me. We were watching a comedy movie and it was keeping me distracted from the CMA's. Jimi knew I was stressing about it and he just wanted me to relax so he dropped Elijah off and was pampering me all day. We both also knew if I fell asleep during the day I'd never sleep during the night. I'm only tired during the day. I'm a night owl with this pregnancy. The comedy movie was doin a great job of keeping me awake. Cause if I felt like sleeping I'd start laughing or Jimi would and I'd be awake again.

Once the movie was over I stretched and moved on my back. Jimi Smiles and rubs my stomach.

"You're beautiful"

"You're cheesy."

"I ain't that cheesy..."

"I want cheese now..."

"I'll go get it for you."

"I can do it. I need to move anyways. My back is starting to hurt from laying here."

"Okay baby. I'll help you up"

"J... we've been over this."

"We have but I'm being a gentleman, I'm not being really over protective. Plus I'm allowed to be over protective. After everything that's happened and my wife being 4 months pregnant with our second baby."

"Almost 4 Months."

"You know what I mean. But I worry sometimes."

"I know baby. I'm sorry. You can come to the kitchen with me." He Nods as I get up. I walk to the kitchen and he is behind me. I grab cheese and crackers and sit at the table to eat them.

"I have to find a dress for the CMA's"

"Are we gonna tell people..?"

"I ain't sure. I want too, but I also don't... but we should."

"When are you thinking?"

"Soon. So before the CMA's."

"Why don't we do it during?" My eyes get wide and I look at him.

"Jimi are you crazy. That would be selfish and rude."

"How? We can do it after we perform pontoon."

"Babe... as much as I love you... you're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

"You are." He smiles and rubs my shoulders.

"Will you at least think about telling the public then? We could ask Kim and Phil to help think of an awesome way to tell it...?"

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you." He Kisses my head And keeps rubbing my shoulders as I eat my cheese.

~Three days later~

The CMA Awards are tomorrow. Today we met at a designer's company building to find dresses and other things for the Award show. I don't have a dress picked out yet. I still need shoes and a clutch. Plus I need to know what I want my hair to look like for the stylist tomorrow. Phillip and Jimi have their suits picked out, and Kim found a dress. All the dresses are either too tight, too reviling, too loose and baggy or uncomfortable and not good looking.

I've tried on almost every dress and I'm freak out cause none of them are good or fit me properly cause of the baby. I have one last dress to try on and it's black with gold tint throughout the bottom. It is over the shoulder. I call for Jimi to come in and help me.

"Jimi..? Can you come here?"

"Yeah babe" he comes I'm shutting the door behind him and is now staring at me with his mouth open.

"Stop that. What do you think?"

"It's perfect for a perfect girl like you."

"I need your actual opinion. I need to know if I look okay."

"Baby you look great. You always do. What is your gut telling you?"

"My gut is telling me I want eggos and Wendy nuggets with chocolate syrup."

"Gross... but I meant about the dresses you tried on."

"It's telling me that this one is the best."

"Then there. You didn't need me at all. You answered it for yourself."

"Thank you Jimi." I hug him and he hugs me back. We pull apart and I look in the mirror again. He watches me.

"What..?"

"I just didn't realize how beautiful you actually are... and why you're with me..."

"Hey... I thought we agreed. Neither of us are better than the other. We chose each other because we are equals and we complete each other."

"I know... but your just so beautiful and even with a baby coming your body is still sexy and curvy. Like you have the hour glass figure and your ass... baby I may take you right here."

"No. Wait until after the CMA Awards."

"Too long."

"Jimi I love you. But this is my one and only dress. I'm not ruining it. So go pick out a matching tie please."

"Fine. But I know you want me too. You have that look..."

"I'm pregnant. You and food are all I want. Now go please."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too." He Walks out and I laugh shaking my head and change back into my yoga pants and baggy sweater.

It's finally the CMA Awards. We are just finishing getting ready. I'm in the black and gold dress with my hair slightly curled, Jimi is wearing a black pants suit with gold vest and tie to match me. Kim is wearing back and white lined dress while Phillip is wearing a white pants suit. The dress is just covering the bump and we eventually picked out our performance outfits too. We had to come into the building earlier for make up and hair and I was exhausted already. We got in the car and all I could do was lean against Jimi and nearly fall asleep. They kept waking me so I wouldn't ruin my hair or makeup. I just wanted to sleep. I barely ate all week. Jimi tried but he got distracted as well and things were rough. I feel like passing out from lack of food and tiredness.

We make it to the red carpet and Phillip gets out first helping Kim and then Jimi gets out and he helps me out. We were already crowded with paparazzi. I stayed close to Jimi and we walked to our positions along the carpet. About 10 minutes later we were done posing and were directed to interviews. I told Jimi and everyone else that if the pregnancy was to come out then we would tell the public. But unless it was asked then it wouldn't. The interviewer hugged us and got right to it.

"Congratulations on your number one song Pontoon." We all said thank you and smiled some

"So what's next for little big town. There was some rumours about you guys goin on tour for 4 months?" Phillip nodded and spoke first.

"Uh yeah, we are planning on doin a five month tour in the US and Canada and possibly some stops in Mexico as well. The after a break we are heading to Europe and London to finish off."

"Wow that sounds amazing. I can't wait! There was also speculation that one of the little big town members is pregnant again...? But we didn't know if it was true...? I think most of us want to believe it."

And there it was. The second question of the first interview. I was nervous and speechless of how speculation even got out. I felt like I couldn't breathe like something hit me in the chest. It was so simple in my head. They ask. I tell. But it's not the same in person. It's terrifying knowing that people think these things before you barely get a chance to understand it. I wasn't paying attention and was in a daze. I snapped out of it when Jimi put his hand on my shoulder.

"Huh..? Sorry..."

"It's okay, you good Kare?" Kim was beside me and looked concerned.

"Yeah I'm good. Sorry was in a daze about tonight. Nervous." The interviewer smiled.

"Must be nerve wracking having to sing in front of all these people."

"Oh yeah especially people you grew up watching and listening too." The interviewer was keen to get back on the baby topic.

"So just to clarify that the rumours of the pregnancy are fake?"

"No they are not."

"They're not?"

"No. I am pregnant again with our second." I take Jimi's arm and he takes my hand smiling.

"Congratulations! This is wonderful news. How far along?"

"4 months."

"Wow. And aren't showing that much."

"I'm pretty small and so it the bump, it's easier to hide, but it's there. And he or she is healthy."

"That's all that matters. Well congrats to you both and to Little big town in their success! Enjoy tonight."

"Thank you." We had a lot more interviews to do and some over heard the pregnancy thing and that's all they could talk about. We eventually got inside and made it to the bar. Everyone got a drink and Jimi got me a water. We found our seats and sat down. I felt a weight being lifted off my feet once I sat down. My feet also kill in these heels. Kim had to use the bathroom and Phillip took Rebecca for a drink cause she ended up in here before us and just waited for Phil. Jimi and I sat beside each other.

"That was horrible."

"I'm sorry baby."

"Once one person asked. Everyone else just overheard and had to know. Gosh. Sometimes being pregnant is difficult. It's like when your hormonal and you don't want anyone to touch you or the baby bump."

"I'm sorry baby. I wish I could help."

"You can help my rubbing my feet when this is over. These heels kill..."

"Of course baby. Anything for you and the baby."

"How do you put up with me..?"

"I see the good even through the bad." I Smile and lay my head against his shoulder.

"I'm hungry and tired."

"I'll get you a snack from the bar. I can't help with one of those things but I can help with the other."

"No babe. It's okay. I can manage until break."

"No I'll go get them. Then we'll have them. Plus you haven't eaten all day and that's bad. You need to eat."

"Thank you." He gets up and Walks away. I feel kinda lonely and out of place.

I was alone and as soon as Jimi was out of sight, people bombarded me with questions and Hugs. I ended up having to stand up which killed my feet. Mostly girls like Faith, Reba, Kelleigh, Kelsea And others were talking about babies. And while they were talking others heard and had to stop by to congratulate me. It was horribly great. I enjoyed it but I didn't. I just wanted to sleep and get off these heels. Kim finally made it back and talked to the girls and I was relieved. Kim's husband, Phil and Rebecca came back and everyone was taking their seats. I sat down as well and a few minutes later Jimi came back with my food. He sat beside me and I ate chips from the bar. Wasn't the healthiest option but I was eating.

The show started and about half way through the show we won Group vocalist of the year. We retrieved our award and eventually got back to our seats just to win album of the year. We were up again and this time we got up on stage I took my heels off. People laughed and clapped and I held them and walked to the mic with Jimi's help.

"Thank you, I'm pregnant and my feet hurt. I had enough of these heels. But I Thank our producers and our fans and Jesus and everyone who helped make us who we are and who got us here and helped with everything. Thank you!" I stepped back and let the others talk and we went back stage and set our awards down and we decided to stay back here and get ready for our performance.

We changed and got on the stage behind the wall. We did the performance and got off. I immediately sat down after we got back to the dressing room and kicked my heels off. They were red and swollen and started getting blisters. Kim came in next.

"Kare, your feet..."

"They're fine. Just help me find flats please."

"Does Jimi know..?"

"No, and he will not know until after. So please help me."

"Okay." She reluctantly helped me find a gold pair of flats that match the dress and put them on. I sighed in relief as the boys walked in. Jimi and Phillip we changing in the connected room while me and Kim changed in the main one. I got Kim to help me zipper mine and I helped her. The boys came out and Jimi came by me in his tux with a gold tie. It's the same dress as the red carpet but it fit and I'm comfy. He looked at me funny.

"What..?"

"You're shorter than usual in public."

"I'm in flats."

"Oh, are your feet sore?"

"Kinda but they're fine. Flats feel better than heels."

"Okay baby." I look up at him like I do at home cause he is taller than me. I just barely show it in public but everyone knows it. I lock his arm with mine and we all walk out back to our seats.

Everything finishes and we go home. I walk through the door and go to the couch. I was stupid and wore heels to the CMA's. I take them off and pull my feet up on the couch and touch them and closes my eyes in pain. Jimi Walks in

"What's with the rush?"

"Sorry, this momma has sore feet."

"Oh okay baby. I'll rub them for you."

"No they're okay."

"You asked me too earlier and I said I would." He Comes over and Sees my blistered feet that are red and swollen.

"Baby... why didn't you say anything?"

"It wasn't that big of a deal... they weren't that bad."

"They're bad enough you can barely walk."

"I can walk"

"Prove it. Stand up and walk up to the bedroom."

"Fine. I will." I stand up and feel the pain and walk to the stairs limping and walking funny. I walk up two steps and sit down.

"I can't do it..."

"I knew it."

"Okay I'm sorry and you were right... please help me..." I had watery eyes and was holding my feet.

"Shh baby... it's okay. I'll help you. Don't cry..." he comes over and calms me down and picks me up. I hold onto him and he takes me to bed. He lays me down and he goes to the bathroom and comes back with some cream to put on them. I wince some but it feels good after he's done.

"Thank you..."

"Always baby." I smile and he changes for bed and comes and helps me. We lay and fall asleep together.