Sorry I haven't updated in ages..!
I have no clue the real months that should be used but roll with it.
Here's the next part *le present*
Killian
Month One - July
Belly: No change.
Cravings: None.
Dear Little Love,
Your Mommy nicknamed you that -- "I'm your love, aren't I? So our darling is our little love." Mommy's incredible.
We told Grandma and Grandpa today... Grandpa tried to kill Daddy! Eventually he realised that I was actually married to your Mommy and that us having you and/or your siblings was inevitable. Mommy's having a shouting match with Doctor Whale right now -- "Everything just goes wrong when I deliver a child to your family!" "I'm not asking you to deliver it you dimwit! That's months off; give me a bloody ultrasound!" Oh God....... Yeah, I better go.
Month Two - August
Belly: Firm? No difference in size.
Cravings: Tortilla Chips dipped in (vegan) Ice Cream
Dear Little Love,
Mommy sang to you this morning. She's a siren sometimes your mother; I say that if she's being a bloody tease but today... No today, the siren in our bedroom had the angelic voice of one. I know she sang at our wedding. Wow. That was perfect. But today, singing to you; she sounded a dream, little love.
Month Three - September
Belly: Bump at the bottom.
Cravings: Spicy food. But not too spicy else Mommy threatens Daddy for a divorce. (Side note -- Why hasn't Belle done this divorce thing yet?)
Dear Little Love,
We got Auntie Regina's wedding invitation today; it's in two months time and Grandma's panicking about Mommy's dress. Auntie Gina says she can just wear sweatpants, which I know Mommy would prefer, but your grandmother has traditions set in her mind regarding dress codes. Daddy's sticking out of it.
Month Four - October
Belly: It's a noticeable bump now.
Cravings: Pickles with "Nutella".
Dear Little Love,
Mommy and I are thinking about names today for you. If you're a boy you'll be Liam David Swan-Jones; after Daddy's brother and Mommy's father. If you're my little lass (which I hope so; sorry Liam!) then I don't know what I'll call you yet. We're still debating -- I think we might name you Elizabeth after my mother but you might also be Francesca after my favourite Auntie. Right now, Mommy and I are leaning towards Frannie because we don't want two Elizabeth Swan's in town. **
On Mommy's birthday, I took her out for a meal where we had our first date and gave her two roses. I've promised to take her every year at least once with another rose each time we go.
** You might not remember her; that's a story for another day but we still haven't found a counter portal!
Month Five - November
Belly: Really pronounced. Uncle Neal got a shock when he came to visit us this morning.
Cravings: IT'S NOT CALLED NUT JUICE KILLIAN!!!! Sorry, Mommy never likes it when I call almond milk "nut juice" ACCIDENTALLY.
Dear Little Love,
Mommy and you have been out at Auntie Regina's all week getting ready for the wedding. Uncle Robin's been staying with me, Grandpa and Henry but it means I don't get to see either my beautiful wife or my beautiful 'unborn' baby as much.
Month Six - December
Belly: Basketball size. (Henry's been teaching me)
Cravings: "Buddy the Elf" specialty.
Dear Little Love,
It's my first actual Christmas to celebrate with people who love me! Not that that's really a bragging point but i'm so glad it's going to happen. We all watched Elf last week and since you've really enjoyed the idea of Buddy's spaghetti with marshmallows, maple syrup, candy, etc. No offence little love, it looks revolting. I've delegated making that to Grandpa if he comes round; he should want to help his son-in-law out a bit.
Month Seven - January
Belly: Still like a ball.
Cravings: Clementines with Hot Sauce.
Dear Little Love,
We've finished your nursery today; it's wonderful. White with gold accents and it's got little black and white drawings of ships and fish and of playing animals and above your crib on the ceiling there's loads of photos of Mommy and I. We don't want to know your gender yet, darling (BUT DESPITE WHAT MOMMY SAYS YOU ARE MY LITTLE GIRL -- this is really awkward if you're my son... I love you unconditionally anyway but I have lost twenty dollars on a bet with your Mommy)
EDIT::: Mommy says I shouldn't have told you we bet on you.
Month Eight - February
Belly: Getting ready to pop!!!!! I seriously can't wait for my child!!
Cravings: Anything so long as it gives Mommy a chance to say rude things at Daddy because he put her like this. She's not taking bed rest too well.
Dear Little Love,
Dr. Whale thinks it's time Mommy stays put for now and lets Grandpa do all the Sheriffing (before Mommy did all the paperwork) and she thinks it's a let down. "I'M THE SAVIOUR KILLIAN! What about Jack and Elizabeth? I need to help them..." Every bloody morning, without fail. I've got to go... Mommy needs help in the shower...
Month Nine - March
Strictly speaking, it starts tomorrow.
"Babe!" My wife calls from where she's sat on the porch swing. I sprint down the stairs, hook jolting along the bannister – one can never be too careful with a heavily pregnant wife, so I pretty much act like my daughter (or son.) will be born in the next minute.
"Yes, love?" I kiss her forehead, then her protruding stomach, then her gorgeous lips.
She puckers her mouth happily into mine, giving a satisfactory moan when my tongue grazes across her teeth and gums. "As much as I'd love to do this all day," She smiles that amazing smile. "I was actually hoping you could walk with me around the town. It's just ages since I've done anything, seen anyone who's not family."
"Swan, everyone's family. But, I know what you mean. Let's take a stroll together, my princesses."
"You may very well have a prince, Killian. And mother's intuition almost never lies."
"This time I'm hoping it will."
We're barely out the gate when suddenly a giant earthquake happens and sea-green lights blare from the ground around fifteen metres away. Before I can think, Emma is waddling over there like an alarmingly fast, practically nine months pregnant, oversized duck.
"EMMA!" The ground opens up into a sinkhole of blaring lights, swallowing my Swan with it. "No, no, no! SWAN! EMMA!" I don't know if I even take a breath before running towards the cursed hole. "One day, this woman's going to stop making me chase her."
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