My Sweets

Robbie

6 Weeks Pregnant
JESSA

I snuggle next to Bobby while he sleeps. I'll be six weeks pregnant tomorrow. I'm nervous. It's hard being pregnant after a miscarriage. I'm so afraid of losing this baby too. From everything I've read, I'll feel better once I make it further into this pregnancy than I did my last. So I just need to make it through these next few days.

I look at the time and I need to get ready. I start to crawl out of bed when Bobby wraps his arms around me, pulling me back. "Nooo... I don't want you to leave, Lass."

"No time for cuddles this morning. We have errands and need to pick Lottie and Rob up from the airport."

"Ugh. It's too early for this."

I kiss his nose. "I know, but at lease they came here instead of us having to fly somewhere."

"That's true."

"Am I going to be able to keep the baby a secret?"

"I don't see why not."

"Morning sickness and no drinking. Should be interesting." My morning sickness started a few days ago. The timing couldn't be worse. Well, starting on my wedding day was actually worse, I giggle to myself. "I need to get ready now, Bobby. I don't want them waiting at the airport for us." I stand up and exhaustion hits me. "I don't remember feeling this tired with the last pregnancy."

"Don't they say all pregnancies are different?"

"That's true. Don't go anywhere. Let me shower really fast and then we'll grab some breakfast."

"Suits me."

I take a really quick shower, thankful I shaved yesterday since I'll be trying on dresses later. Bobby is still laying in bed when I come out wrapped in a towel.

"Damn. You could have given me a show here," he says with that sexy smolder.

"I don't have time. I know what giving you a show will lead to."

"I promise I'll be a good lad," he pouts at me.

"Fine. No touching though. Seriously. I have no time for sex." I drop the towel and Bobby's eyes grow huge. He's not quite looking at me lustfully, but more like he's in shock. "Well now you're making me self conscious."

"Jessa, have you looked at yourself?" He jumps out of bed and takes me to the mirror.

"Yeah. So?" He turns me sideways and now my eyes are popping out of my head. "Holy shit. I'm starting to show. No... that's not possible!"

"I don't know if it's possible or not, but you are. Such a cute itty bitty wittle baby bump too." Bobby drops to his knees and places a small kiss on my lower abdomen. "Hey little baby." Now I'm crying. He stands up and kisses me.

"That was so sweet even though you kissed my baby bloat. It's too early to show. I'm just bloated. This is going to be a problem with trying on dresses. Do I look fat? I feel like I look fat."

"No, love. You don't look fat. You look like you have the tiniest baby bump ever."

"Shit. I can't look like I have a baby bump."

"Your boobs look bigger too." Bobby cops a feel. "Aye. They are."

"We seriously live in a completely other country and my body is betraying me for the few days I need it not to. How am I hiding this from her? She's so perceptive."

"Just wear loose clothes. It's seriously so small, Jessa. Your just so skinny and I know your body so well. That's why I noticed it right away. Nobody else will."