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You're at a point of your pregnancy when your bump is finally starting to really show. Some people might have thought it wasn't there when you first noticed it, but it was always there.
As time went on, like now, your bump got bigger and bigger and that's exactly when your friends noticed and said, "Oh, now, I see it!".
It's all fun and games at the end of the day, but even after all those jokes, that little change in your body is something that can honestly just brighten your day. Sure, pregnancy isn't just rays of sunshine and rainbows, but this little bump... cutest thing ever.
You're also not one to purposely wear clothes where you can actually see it, but, for example, now, you're just wearing some shorts and a cropped shirt while walking around the house on your lazy summer weekend. Yet it's enough to make you sometimes stop at a mirror and look at it, and, especially...
Make Mat look at you.
Your boyfriend, Mathew, is probably even more in love with the bump than you are. He swears that whatever you feel when you see it, he feels it x2. And he swears that with his whole heart.
You stand from your couch, putting your laptop to the side as Mathew continues to watch his show on the TV. His eyes drift over to you as you move around the living room to grab a paper from the middle of the coffee table.
As you walk back to the couch, you sense his stare, so you look up.
"What?" You ask with a smile.
"Nothing." He shrugs.
You take back your seat beside him and he lifts his arm to drape it behind your shoulders on the couch's back just so you can lean in closer. All while you start to compare what's on the paper to whatever's written on the document on your screen.
"Just think you look cute with a baby bump." He whispers as if it's a secret.
You take your eyes from the laptop's screen to look at Mat and he offers you a smile.
"Have you gone soft, Barzal?" You ask playfully, hitting his side softly with your elbow.
He shrugs, his smile outstretched, and opens his mouth to speak again.
"Maybe." He answers, "Are you complaining?"
You chuckle.
"Nop. Not even a little." You tell him.
Your eyes go back to the screen and to the paper that you're holding. Mathew watches you as your attention is stolen from something, he assumes is related to work, and leans in.
A soft kiss is laid over your shoulder and soon you feel Mat lay his head over you, bringing his attention back to the TV again. A small smile lifts the corner of your lips and you bring your vacant hand up.
Your hand lays across his neck and over the back of his head. Your fingers play with his hair and you feel him relax further, beside you. The beard at his chin tickles your wrist and he moves ever so slightly to get more comfortable.
His hand lets go of his phone and, carefully, it's laid over your stomach. Warmly laying over your shorts' fabric and sometimes caressing it with his thumb. All while deep in thought about what's happening on the TV screen.
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