War

Chapter Forty

A/N - we're 40 chapters in😀😀

TW- scenes some may find upsetting & mentions of self harm

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Aniyah
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There was nothing more weird and magnificent than having another life growing inside of you.

Well, three lives if you were in my position.

The sickness had passed, instead replaced with back pain, foot pain- pain everywhere. Marco had been a godsend though, constantly giving me massages, doing everything to make sure I wasn't on my feet- and I was only in my second trimester right now.

Who knew what he'd be like when I was moving towards the end of my pregnancy, when my stomach would be larger than ever.

Today was the day of my fourteen-week scan, and although I probably had no reason to worry...I was terrified, just hoping that everything was okay with our three babies.

I still couldn't believe there were three of them.

Marco and I had been talking about our children what felt like twenty-four-seven; he was convinced we were having two girls and a boy, I believed there was a chance it could be all boys yet hoped for a daughter too.

Marco kept stating that if they were anything like him we'd be fully grey by the time they were two years old, and that if they were like me, it was life's greatest blessing. I'd cried the first time he'd said that, then spent who knows how long trying to convince him that they'd be perfect if they were all entirely him.

My husband had never been more laidback (when he wasn't worrying about me anyway), and it was refreshing to see a more carefree side to him- a huge change to his personality when I'd first met him.

"A closed fist", I frowned, my gaze settling on Marco's side profile while he focused on the road, "that's the size of each baby as of now".

A smile stretched across my face firstly at the thought of him researching that, then for an entirely different reason as I squeezed my hand into a ball and took in the size of it.

"Three closed fists", I mused, his lips twitching into a smirk as he continued to stare straight ahead, "are you nervous about today?". He stayed quiet for a moment, that silence that came between me asking him a question and him answering it had become all too familiar now- it was like he thought through everything that came out of his mouth, or loved keeping everyone on their toes.

"I believe everything will be fine", he told me, releasing one hand from the wheel and placing it on my thigh, "but yes, nerves are a given". I nodded, finding solace in his formal words...I always did.

"I think Eli's finally reached the edge", I chuckled, placing a hand on top of his and intertwining our fingers, "he's desperate to drive that car".

Marco's deep chuckle filled the car, I watched him move his other hand from the wheel for a split second to rub his jawline.

"I was contemplating giving him the car once his injuries had healed", he smirked, "but I enjoy pissing them off". I laughed at that, knowing Eli would probably try and kill him if he knew that information.