Drew/ Rafe imagines ;)

Conversations with baby bump

I was sitting in my art room working on another painting. "Shit," I mumbled. I had just dragged my brush across a patch of my painting that wasn't supposed to have that colour. "You got to stop kicking me at the worst possible times" I rub my now growing belly. "How's it going in here?" Drew asked, handing me a plate of watermelon. "Either she hates me painting, or she loves it because every time I pick up my brush, she kicks me" I laugh. "I think it's because she loves her mommy paintings." he said, hugging me from behind resting one of his hands on my stomach. "I really like this one. It's probably one of my favourites." Right as Drew said that, our soon-to-be daughter kicked me again. "See, she agrees. Told you she's likes it when you paint. But why is there a streak of blue on the sand?" He asked, pointing to the part I had just messed up. "She kicked me." I gestured to my stomach. "Little peanuts contributing to your work already." He laughed. "Can you help me bring my brushes to the kitchen? I'm done painting for today I'm exhausted." Handing him a cup of dirty paint brushes. "Of course." Grabbing the cup from my hand giving me a kiss on the forehead.

Drew and I had just finished cleaning up from a late dinner and where now in bed watching Shameless on the TV. "I can't believe we are going to be parents." Drew says. "I know it's kinda crazy that she is coming in 4 months. I feel so unprepared but ready at the same time." Rubbing my stomach. Something I catch myself doing almost every 10 minutes. "Hey cutie you better be good for us when you get here!" Drew said poking the side of my belly. I laughed as she kicked the spot Drew just poked. "She's already giving you sass" I laughed. "She gets that from you" he said pointing at me. "Me? Now what would give you that idea?" I laughed putting my hands on my hips. "3 years of dating, one year of engagement, and 8 months of marriage!" He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "But I love your sassy ass!" "You better I'm carrying your child!"

It was now 11:30pm and I was almost asleep. Until I felt Drew's hand rubbing my belly. Not daring to move and have him think that I'm awake. It had become an every night thing where Drew would talk to my belly. But only after he thought I was asleep. "Hey, how's it going in there? I can't wait to meet you soon! You have so many people that love you already who also can't wait to meet you. Your one popular little girl and you aren't even born yet." He quietly laughed to him self and kissing my stomach. "I can't wait till I can hold you in my arms, help you take your first steps, show all our friends how cute my baby girl is. But you got to take it easy on me. I'm not as confident around baby's as your mama is. See your mama is a natural around kids, she always knows what to do if something is wrong. She an amazing woman and I'm so unbelievably lucky that I get to call her my wife and to have you." Drew whipped a tear that had fallen onto his cheek. "And I'm so unbelievably luck to call you my husband and have your kids." I whispered opening my eyes. "Have you been awake this hole time." "Maybe. How can I miss out on your adorable conversation with our daughter." I kissed his forehead and snuggle as close as my belly would allow. "So what you are saying is you have been spying on our daddy daughter time every night." Drew raised his eye brows with a slight shocked face. "Not every night sometimes fall asleep waiting." I quietly laughed. "Tomorrow night I'm waiting till you are 100% asleep." Drew said and gave me a quick kiss. I turned around to my other side my back now being against Drew chest. As he wrapped his arm around me putting his hand on my stomach and kissing my shoulder. "Goodnight Y/N goodnight Peanut." "Good night Drew."

Sorry I know this is another short one. But god I have such bad baby fever! 😍