80s Band Imagines

💜Steven #7- Beautiful

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Tonight there was this big huge release party for GNR Lies. I'm four and a half months pregnant with mine and Steven's first, and I was not looking forward to getting ready.

"June-bug, baby, you gotta start getting ready."
Steven said from his place next to me on the couch.

"I don't want to. It's gonna take forever."
I whined, burying my head in his chest.

"I know, Bug. But you promised the boys you'd go, and I want to show off my beautiful wife."
He said, kissing my forehead and letting his hand rest on top of my belly.

"You mean your pregnant wife."
I corrected.

"My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful pregnant wife."
Steven said before kissing my lips gently.

"Alright, you big sap. If I need help-"

"When you need help."
He cut me off, giving me a goofy smile.

"If I need help, I'll yell for you."
I smiled, getting up, using Steven for help, of course.

"Okay, babe. I'll be up in a minute to get ready too."

I nodded and waddled up the stairs. I decided to curl my hair, just in light waves, so it wouldn't take more than 20 minutes. Then, I did light makeup, just mascara, and eyeliner.

"Steven, babe, can you come up and help me?"
I yelled, grabbing my dress out of the closet.

"Your husband, at your service."
Steven laughed once he got to our bedroom.

"Can you help me get dressed? My feet are already swelling up."
I whined, from where I was sitting on the bed.

"Sure, baby. Bra or no bra with this one?"
He asked, beginning to take my dress out of the plastic protectant.

"No bra."

"M'kay, Sweetheart, up for me."
Steven said as he helped me stand, gently pulling me up.

"Jesus. I can't wait until my feet don't get swollen after only 30 minutes."
I laughed.

"I don't want that to go away yet. Lift your arms from me, baby."
Steven said, his two thoughts running together.

"And why not? You enjoy seeing your wife in pain?"
I teased, lifting my arms while he slipped my shirt off and unclasped my bra, taking that off as well.

"Well, no. But when you're feet aren't swollen, that means you won't be pregnant anymore. Love seeing you like this; you're so beautiful, y'know."
Steven explained, folding up my shirt and throwing my bra on top.

"You're such a smooth talker, Adler."
I joked, kissing him softly.

"Only for you, Mrs. Adler. Now, can I take your sweats off, or?"
He laughed, beginning to untie the strings at the front and pushing them down my legs. I stepped out of them, and Steven quickly folded them up.

"Thank you."
I smiled sheepishly as he unzipped my dress and helped me slip my legs through the bottom, letting me use his shoulders for balance.