Being pregnant was hard. I really liked the first trimester. I was small and had like zero symptoms of anything and now in the second trimester I was getting my ass beat. My ankles were swollen, my stomach was big. Cravings were a fucking disaster and worst of all the whole having a child before we're married. I know John worries about it but this fucker just learned just how long it takes give birth. At the moment I was sitting on the couch, watching a sitcom, a small box of chocolates in my lap. It was about mid April the baby was due in september i was wearing a pair of overalls and a bra. My boobs have been looking really good to Johns downfall however they have been really tender and the slightest pressure hurts them. I groaned softly and got up with some struggle. I rubbed my stomach and headed to the kitchen. I wanted some chips. "Darling!" John called from our room. I walked to the room and leaned against the door frame. John grinned at me. "Freds hosting a party, care to go?" He asked. I nodded, moving to sit on the bed. "Yeah I would kill for some human interaction." John nodded and sat up a bit so he could kiss my cheek. "Perfect." He said.
So that's how I at 5 months pregnant ended up in a pearl colored floor length dress. I did my hair and some light make up. I looked at John and leaned back against the vanity, hands holding me up. John grinned at me and took my face in his hands and kissed me softly. I could've melted. He pulled back and kissed my cheek. "Ready then?" John was wearing a pair of jeans and a button up so some casual formal clothes. I nodded and John took my hand and we headed to the car and drove to Freddie's party. "Is it gonna rain?" I asked looking up at the heavy dark clouds. "Yeah that's what the weather man said." John said, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. I nodded "I should've chose a different color." I said with a soft laugh and John grinned at me. Once at Fred's a champagne glass was shoved in my hands and it was loud. Freddie met us at the door and hugged John. Then he pulled me by my hand into a hug. "Oh look at you darling youve grown so big." Freddie exclaimed leaning down to kiss my stomach. I smiled softly. "Thank you Freddie." "You better name it after me!" Freddie called as he got whisked away. "Thats not a terrible idea." I told John as he led me to where the boys were. "Maybe Fredrick as a middle name." John said. I nodded. "Yeah that could be cute. If shes a boy." I said. "Oh hes a boy alright." John said. I rolled my eyes and followed John and we found them. Brian had a girl on his side and Roger did too. I frowned a bit and then grinned. "Hello boys." I said giving them both a hug. Roger seemed a bit sour. "So how are things?" Brian asked. "Oh they're great. I grow bigger and bigger everyday." "That's what happens when you sleep with bassists." Roger said. I frowned softly at Rog and lightly shook my head. "Things are good were going baby shopping tomorrow. If John isn't fucked up." I said, watching him get more alcohol. "Do you know the gender?" Brian asked. "Maybe you should've gotten pregnant with a better guy." Roger said, arms crossed glaring at me. "No Brian we do not know the gender." I said, my fuse running short. I just didn't get why he was being so mean. "Are you going to have a baby shower?" The lady Roger brought asked. I shrugged "We haven't really gotten there yet." "Well don't invite me. I wont come." Roger said standing up.
Then there was a flash of lighting so bright it made the house even brighter and the crackle of thunder. I grabbed Rogers arm and dragged him outside. As soon as we stepped out the rain started pouring. "What the hell is your problem?" I asked, a glare on my face. "What is your problem you keep on shoving this pregnancy in our faces like we care." Roger said. There was a distant flash of lightning and the rolling of thunder. "You don't care about my baby?" I yelled. The rain pouring harder. Drenching both my brother and I. "I couldn't care less! Woopdie doo You fucked John!" Roger yelled back. A fierce wind blew through whipping through my dress, i hugged myself to try to keep a bit warm. "You know what? I hope you have a miscarriage!" Roger yelled before storming back inside. I stood there for a minute. He didn't mean it. Hes just angry. Why would he say such a terrible thing? I sat on the steps as the wind kept blowing and the rain kept pouring. I dropped my head into my hands and just cried. The lightning danced and the thunder sang before I felt a warm hand on my back and goosebumps popped all over my body. I looked up at it was John. He sat by me. "Its cold baby." He whispered. I leaned my head on his shoulder "Will you come inside?" He asked. I nodded softly and stood up and John led me inside the house and we left with out saying bye to anyone.
I was 7 months along and was sitting in the room, rubbing my stomach. I was hungry again but also didn't want to get up. I was watching John paint the dresser white. It was late summer so i was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose crop top. My h/c hair was up in a pony tail. "What do you think y/n?" John asked, moving away from the white dresser a streak of white paint on his face. "Its beautiful John." I said softly. Roger still hasnt apologized and I was still just thinking about it. "It matches the crib." John said, sitting down beside me and kissing my cheek. "Yeah thats why we chose white John." I said. "I know." The green eyed beauty said. "Soon." I said rubbing my stomach. "Well have a lil boy with us." John said. "A little princess." I said with a playful glare. John shook his head. "Youre wrong." He teased before kissing me.
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Im sorry its kinda trash 😞😞🤕🤕
