Zelink Short Stories

Forever Part Two

As requested I don't know how long ago. No warning, just cuteness.

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There he is. Sleeping peacefully while I forgot what a good night's sleep feels like. I want to hit him with my pillow. Or better yet, kick him in the ribs so he knows how it feels.

Before I can attack my husband, he reaches out with his eyes closed, patting his hand on the sheets in an attempt to find me. I only rolled away last night because I got too hot. He might as well be an oven while he's sleeping.

"Where are you?" he mumbles, half his face still smashed in his pillow. I scooch my way over slowly until his hand lands on me. "Goodmorning beautiful," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist to crush me against him. The cuddles will never get old.

"Goodmorning." I snuggle as close as I can with my beach ball of a stomach. Forty-two weeks is ridiculous. At least we know who she's taking after. Link doesn't like to get out of bed either. He still likes to be a pain as well. He's going strong with the teasing he started after we met. Just the other day he sat on the floor to eat my cookies because I wouldn't be able to reach.

"How are my princesses?"

"She's content," I say, receiving a small kick in return. I wish she'd be this calm all the time instead of using me as a bouncy house at night. "I'm exhausted."

"I'm sorry." He kisses my forehead. "She'll be here soon." He plants another kiss on my face, nuzzling into my plump cheek. Out of all my pregnancy symptoms, my face getting chubby is the most favorable. Link definitely loves to tell me how adorable I look.

"And then she'll be waking you up too."

"It'll be worth it." He rubs his hand over my belly, feeling for any kicks while kissing my entire face until I'm grinning.

"I just wish she'd get out. I want to see her."

"Me too." He takes a break from the kisses to give me one of his mischievous smirks. "Wanna make a bet?"

"A bet about what?" I say, propping myself up on my arm.

"About when she's going to make her dramatic entrance." I hope her entrance is anything but dramatic. But she does take after her dad. "I say by tonight." I would have to go into labor within the next couple hours for her to be here by tonight.

"I doubt it. She's already refusing to come out." Thoughts of surgery and inductions creep back. If she's not here by the end of the week, I have to be induced and if that doesn't work, I have to have surgery. I don't want either and Link knows it. He's made it his mission to distract me from those possibilities.

"You dare question my guessing skills?" he jokes. "Last time I checked, it was me who correctly guessed the annual snowman's fate the last few years." I roll my eyes. He won't let it go. He's been on a streak since the snowman we made the day he proposed. He seems to think it makes him a fortune teller. It doesn't help that he guessed our baby was a girl as well. It only grew his ego.

"No, I'm saying she's stubborn. Like you." His jaw drops.

"Rude." The baby kicks particularly hard near my ribs like a warning shot. Link raises his brows, another smirk forming. "See? She's on my side."

"Because she knows you're going to spoil her." I sit up and lift my arms, stretching out my stiff back. Nothing could prepare me for how heavy my belly would get.

"Obviously. Princesses are supposed to be spoiled." I smile and shake my head. She's going to be a daddy's girl for sure.

She kicks me when I go to stand, something I've gotten used to by now. She's an active baby and I bet she's going to be even more so once she can kick those little legs of hers freely. But if she wants more space, she needs to come out, something she's not working very hard for.