Blakelynn Coleman is the youngest out of her siblings. She is determined in becoming one of the best racers alongside the rest of her family. She's the only girl racer and she knows she will get picked on and thrown into the back of the line. After...
"Mornin' sleepy head." I heard Wes' rough morning voice.
"Mmm morning." I roll over and stretch before Wes pulls me back towards him.
"How are my girls this morning?" He asks as he wraps his arms around my belly. I almost didn't catch what he said.
"You think they are girls?" I ask him and he nods. "What makes you say that?"
"I don't really know. I just have a feeling that they are both girls and they are going to look like little copies of you." He tells me.
"Well I think they are boys." I challenge him. He gives me a questioning look.
"Really?" He asks and I nod. "Most moms always say it's girls because that's what they want."
"I don't care what I have. I just feel like they are boys." I shrug. My stomach decides that it's hungry at this second and makes a big growling noise. Weston starts chuckling at me and I frown.
"It sounds like the twins are hungry." He says and laughs again. "Let's go get them something to eat." He pulls me up with him and I stand up. He throws a shirt on before following me out to the kitchen.
"Hey sweetie." My mom greets from the kitchen. "Your dad and brothers are setting up for the cookout at the shop. We can head over there after you eat breakfast and get ready."
"Alright. I need a shower and Wes probably does too before we leave." I tell her and Wes nods his head.
"Separate showers." She says and points a finger to us. Weston chuckles at her and I blush. We still have yet to do anything besides kiss and make out. I always feel guilty about not doing anything for him but he's never pushed so I guess he's fine with it.
We both eat a bowl of cereal, Weston ate coco puffs while I ate mini wheats. I showed Weston to the bathroom that my brothers share and showed him how to use the faucet. While he was showering over there, I used my shower. I just took a quick one since I had washed my hair yesterday. My hair is the type that it can't be washed everyday or it becomes very dry.
When I had finished, I turned the shower off and stepped out. I quickly dried off and was about to get dressed when I stopped to look in the mirror. My belly was getting so big now. It's like it grows over night.
The dress that I had picked out will definitely be skin tight on me so I won't be able to wear it. "Mom!" I holler as I poke my head out of the door.
"Is something wrong?" Weston is immediately at the door and I shake my head.
"I just needed to see if my mom had a dress that wouldn't be real tight on me." I tell him and he nods before going back to my room. He had already finished his shower and was dressed in a pair of jeans, and a black motocross shirt.
"What sweetie?" My mom pokes her head around the corner.
"Do you have a dress that's flowy and wouldn't show my bump. It's too big for my dresses." She nods her head and runs back to her room. A minute later she's back with a pink dress in her hand.
"Try this." She says and hands me the dress. I take it from her and slip back into the bathroom. I put the dress on and it fits perfectly. It's flowy enough to not show my bump from the front. You could probably tell that I was wider by looking at my side but the dress made it look like it was just material. The pink satin like material did a great job at hiding my bump.
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