//soulmates\\ karlnap

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For some reason I'd gotten my baby bump early.

It was good, I guess.

But I missed my body, I looked like I had just eaten a small watermelon whole.

When we got into the Florida airport, it seemed like all hell broke loose. I covered my stomach with my arm and people gasped about my ring and then my stomach. Nick forced a smile and waved at the reporter as we passed right by her. I stopped walking midway in the airport, Nick stopped too, his fingers were intertwined with mine. "Shit." I pointed to my stomach.

Nick pulled me into the family bathroom as multiple people yelled his name, holding my hair back as I threw up into the airport toilet. When I was finished we went back out, cornered by people with cameras. "Excuse me." Nick said politely, putting his hands on my hips as I walked through the crowd. "Sorry."

"Pregnant and married? Where have you two been?" One person asked.

I grabbed Nick's hand when he was beside me and we walked quickly through the airport, people taking pictures of us and yelling questions. "I'm sorry, baby." Nick said quietly, his arm around my shoulders as he kissed my forehead lightly.

His friend, Alex picked us up, looking at my stomach as I opened the door. "Damn." His car smelled like weed. I tried to hold my breath.

"Thanks for picking us up." Nick got into the passenger seat in front of me and I leaned my head on the back of his seat.

Please reach back.

Reach back, please.

I felt his hand squeeze mine and I squeezed back, feeling the need to cry. My whole body hurt. I felt like throwing up again. And the constant flash of cameras was making my head hurt. I squeezed his hand as hard as I could, trying to make him understand.

After what felt like an hour long drive back to my apartment which was really just fifteen minutes, I got out of the car and went into the lobby, walking up all the stairs and unlocking the door. "Wills." I cried, picking up the meowing cat. She bonked the top of her head on my jaw. "You ready for a new home, baby?" I went to the couch and started crying as Willow curled up in my lap.

"Baby..." Nick locked the door and came over to me, kissing me multiple times. "It's okay."

"It's not okay."

"What's not okay?"

"I look like a duck." I cried harder. "And I don't want my baby to die." Nick kissed off my tears, running his hand up and down my side. "And I don't want to go to the doctor."

"You don't look like a duck and the baby isn't going to die." He said reassuringly, pulling my head down onto his shoulder. "Why don't you want to go to the doctor?" He asked quietly, combing his hand through my hair.

"Because that makes everything so much realer." I sniffled and looked down at his other hand circling my stomach. "Right now I might not even be pregnant, I could just be fat."

"You aren't fat, you are pregnant. You don't need a doctor to tell you that."

"I just want it to be out of me already."

He laughed quietly and kissed my temple. "Only thirty four more weeks."

"You say that like it's not a long time."

"That's eight months, baby."

I groaned.

"Karl Armstrong?" A doctor called, I continued looking down at my phone.