Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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Six months later...
I waddle into the living room using Christian to help me sit down. I groan and rub my large baby bump.
I'm now just over eight months pregnant and ridiculously sore.
Though being pregnant is the best excuse for me being lazy. The furthest I've walked for the past couple of months was to the fridge and back to my bed.
Mood.
Christian kisses my cheek and kisses our baby girl.
Girl. Turns out everyone was right about the gender of my baby. I'm happy that I got a baby girl but I wouldn't have minded if it were a boy.
Christian was so sure it was a boy until he opened the box of pink balloons.
Today is my birthday. And I'm officially twenty-six years old today.
Christian woke me up in a lovely way this morning, with breakfast in bed and massages from professionals that I really needed.
Once I had my shower, I walked downstairs and was surprised to see all my family there throwing me a little barbecue birthday party.
My mother hands me a gift bag full of more baby clothes. "¡Mira lo que le compré a ella! es lindo?" {Look what I got her! Isn't it cute?}
"Mamá. Aprecio todo esto pero has comprado demasiadas. Ella ni siquiera ha nacido todavía." {Mama. I appreciate all of this but you've bought too many. She's not even born yet.}
My mother sighs. "I know darling but. I couldn't help myself. It's so lovely. I'm very excited to meet her."
I smile and wrap my arms around her. "I'm sure she can't wait to meet you too."
Christian hands me a glass of juice and hands me my medicine. I frown taking the juice and leaving the pills in his hands.
Christian laughs softly. "My love, I know you hate it, but it's important. You need to take them or you'll become sick. Hm? Come on, just one more month of this and you don't have to take the horrible pill anymore."
I nod and quickly swallow it. I scrunch my nose as I taste a bit of the dissolving-powdered tablet stuck in my throat.
Christian kisses the side of my neck and carefully pulls me off the chair. "I want to take you somewhere."
I groan. "Can you bring a wheelchair? This baby weighs a lot and I can't stand for too long."
"It won't take long, amore." Christian chuckles and walks me to the garden where no one no longer seems to be standing.
