Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝓌ℴ

It's been two blissful days since we found out we are pregnant, Bryan has been extremely attentive, more so than usual which is hard to do when he was already so attentive before.

Smiling I look over at my husband, the father of my child as he swims laps in the pool at our beach house in Malibu. Did I forget to say we decided to head away from LA for a few days to give us some much-needed space, having our friends close by is nice but when you find out news like this sometimes you just want to keep it to yourself.

Even with the new studio being crazy busy with recording and releasing projects, we both decided it was important to us as a family to take a break. As Bryan put it 'you don't need any more stress, baby'

The stress he mentioned was a result of the paparazzi who spotted me entering and leaving the pharmacy the other day. Granted they published only what I had told them but the articles alone started speculation within our fandom. The gossip train has been at high speed ever since so many rumours about my health and the health of our relationship have had me on edge. You'd think I'd be used to the rumours and articles by now.

So going radio silent over the past few days has been heaven, being locked into my bubble with him. My favourite human in this world.

The Malibu sun shines down on my bikini-clad body as I lounge around the pool on a cushioned lounger. My large black Gucci shades block out the bright sun from my eyes as I hungrily watch Bryan.

The muscles on his back clench and bunch together with every stroke against the water, completely oblivious to my wondering eyes. Shuffling up into a sitting position my hands run down my body to my stomach, rubbing in circles. Seems baby isn't a huge fan of the sun today, giving me flutters and nauseous feelings every once in a while.

With a sigh I place my feet down on the floor and grab my flask from the side table, drinking some of the ice water Bryan had brought out for me.

Groaning I flop back onto the lounger, curling my body on the lounger so I am completely shielded by the umbrella above. Hiding us both from the sun above.

'Baby, are you okay?' He climbs the steps of the pool, the water around his body rippling and splashing around him as he steps out.

Instead of answering him, a whimper passes my lips. Another wave of morning sickness hits me hard, like a train to a wall. Even with all this morning sickness, I have an intense craving for ice cream, cuddles and salty fries.

But, at the same time, I want to curl into a ball and lay beneath the air con unit in our bedroom.

Is this pregnancy hormones or just me being a moody bitch?

With his body still dripping with water from the pool, he squats beside me, placing his hand on my hip, pushing gently to move me onto my back.

'Is our little wisp making you feel poorly, baby?' Standing up he moves to sit down beside me on the lounger, placing his hand on my stomach massaging my skin in soothing circles. Setting our little wisp inside my stomach.

Nodding my agreement I stretch out my body, giving him better access to my tummy. Our little wisp knows the difference between Mommy's touch and Daddy's because our lil wisp seems to settle down instantly giving me a break from nausea.

'Don't worry little girl, Daddy's got you.'

Leaning over pressing a kiss on my forehead, speaking to me like his little girl. The girl I am when I want to be rewarded and looked after on a bad day. Yet at this moment for the first time ever, the term 'little girl' agitates me. Calling to my inner brat to wake up from her slumber and take over the reins into the act of pushing buttons and misbehaving.