I'm due for the baby in two days.
And Spencer was right. It's a boy.
My belly is giant. Everyone is downstairs. It's Thanksgiving. Spencer came and woke me up over an hour ago but I just grunted and went back to sleep.
I stand up and pull sweatpants over my panties. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and use the restroom, and then waddle downstairs.
"Morning." Spencer kisses my cheek.
"Morning." I mumble.
I still only say a few curt sentences to my Mother and Uncle Albert.
Dad is the only parent I pay attention to.
Caitlyn talks to Mom and Uncle Albert again.
I refuse.
"I seriously feel like my vagina is going to explode." I grumble, dragging my ass to the kitchen.
"Why?" Spencer asks.
"Because there's a head pushing on it." I say.
"Has it felt like that before?" Caitlyn asks.
I think about it for a second. "No."
The nursery is all set up.
"Maybe the due date was off by a day." Mrs. Key frowns.
"That can happen?"
"Yes. It happened with Spencer. He was a week off."
"Well remember a due date is just estimation." Caitlyn adds.
"Can I pop the water?" I ask.
"Don't." Spencer says.
"You know if you use a hangar, it'll pop your water?"
"No it won't!" Spencer says. "That's what they did to make you have an abortion!"
"What?" I ask.
Gavin and Olivia are the ones that told me that and they're laughing silently.
I get a bit pissed off with them, but I'm too irritated to care.
I rub my eyes, sighing.
"I'm going to find food." I mumble.
I walk into the kitchen and go digging through the fridge for food.
Spencer comes in and kisses my neck from behind.
"I got you something last night for breakfast this morning." He whispers.
"If it was the sex, I'm still hungry." I whisper in his ear. He shivers.
"If we were alone I'd fuck you right on the table." He whispers, nipping at my ear. It's my turn to shiver.
Ever since we talked about me being a bitch, I stopped.
I didn't realize I stopped until Spencer mentioned it a week or so ago.
"If I wasn't pregnant, I'd ride your dick right on the fucking counter."
"If we were alone, I would lick-"
"You two are totally talking dirty in there." Olivia calls, watching us from the entrance to the kitchen that is by the door.
"No we aren't!" both of us say in sync.
"Bullshit. I can by the looks on your faces." She says.
"How?"Spencer demands.
"Well considering Natalie is redder than my fucking blood..." she trails off.
I roll my eyes. Spencer hands me a bag of the mini chocolate donuts.
