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I was officially 5 weeks pregnant. That sounded unreal but the bump was there. I stood in front of the mirror in the hallway admiring my belly and the size it was now. I couldn't help but smile to myself knowing that I was carrying my child.

"What are you doing?" Oh, and Drew's. I forgot about him, even though I'm living in his house.
"Admiring myself," I say cockily. He scoffs, before stepping behind me to see. His expression changes as he notices the bump too.
"Woah, it's like actually there." He breaths.

I look at his face in the mirror as he's in awe of me. I couldn't help but smile at his blue eyes glimmering with joy. "5 weeks." I say. He looks up at me, "Really?"
I nod my head, "Mhm. We better get to the appointment, we're already late." I say changing the subject.

He hands me a purse, I look at it oddly. "What's this?" I ask. "It's a purse, I bought it for you." He says sounding confused. I blink shocked, "Chanel?!" I blurt out.
"What, you don't want it?" He teased me taking the bag away. I grasp for it, "I didn't say that. Also, it matches my outfit." I say snatching the bag back. "Come on," I call as I walk ahead of him.

I hear him chuckle to himself as he follows me.
As I buckled in my seat belt I noticed that Drew's starting to give me gifts. I mean this isn't even the first thing he's bought for me recently. I bought myself new shoes, a bracket and now a Chanel bag. What is he playing at?

"Hey Drew," I say as he drives down the busy road. He hums in response paying attention to the road, "How come you're buying me gifts?" I ask. "What do you mean?" He responds.
"Well I mean, the YSL heels. Those are pretty expensive, as well as the Carter bracelet you brought me. And now this Chanel bag. I want to know why?"

"Because I like you, and I want to treat you?" He says turning to me. I blink slightly as I comprehend what he's just said. "And because we have an event coming up." He adds. Oh, my feeling slightly shattered at that. But then I realised what he said, "An event? What event?" I blurt out.

"Fashion week? Come on, catch up." He chuckled. "I'm going to fashion week?!" I scream. He winced, "Yeah, Jesus my ears are ringing." He rubs his ears.
I cover my mouth self-consciously as I squeal to myself. I've dreamed of attending New York Fashion Week. And now I'm going?
I'm if felt like a dream, especially a fever dream.

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"Okay, the baby is currently the size of a sesame seed, and it's developing its nose, eyes and face." The doctor said as she wiped the gel off my belly. "It's going to have my nose," Drew says. I roll my eyes, "More like mine. I'd rather it has your eyes." I reply. The doctor laughs, "Remember, the facial features are only now starting to develop, and very slowly so it'll take time."

I relax at the thought of that. The doctor is right, I just need to relax and take my time with this baby. At least I won't get my period for 9 months.

As I'm putting my dress back on I hear the doctor conversing with Drew. "I'm a huge fan of your show, do you mind if we take a photo?" She asks. Drew agrees obviously. I couldn't help myself my toll my eyes at him. I pick up the purse and grab Drew by the arm.

"Come on, let's go. I'm craving food." I say. The doctors are pleased with the photo, of course, she is. I didn't realise it but I visibly rolled my eyes as she gushed over Drew. He said bye to her and she waved back.

Back in the car I roughly grabbed the seatbelt. I pulled but it kept getting jammed in its place. I continued to pull and pull but it would only get worse. "Woah, just chill." He told me as he leaned over me. He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it, perfectly buckling me in. His face close to mine he smiled at me.

"Let's just go, I'm tired." I huff, obviously bothered by something. He turns to me after starting the car, "What's wrong?" He asks me innocently. I give him a look before I lean against the window again.
"Ohh, I get it." He starts. I don't bother looking since he probably trying to be stupid like always.
" It was the doctor wasn't it?" He says smugly.

"Shut up, and I don't even care about her." I rolled my eyes. "Rightt.." he drawled as he drove, "Hey let's go out for lunch." He says.
"Fine," I pretend to be bothered, but I'm starving.

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We both walk into the restaurant. It looks expensive and it's almost empty as it's an exclusive place. I have never stepped foot into a place like this before. The waiter guided us to the table that was outside on the veranda. Drew pulled my chair out for me, I gave him a look before I sat down.

He sat down in front of me with a huff. "This is nice," he starts. "The weather is perfect, and it's just you and me." I smiled at me. I smiled back a little as I picked up my glass of water, "And the baby." I pointed out.
"And the baby." He says with a chuckle.

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Once the food arrived at the table we both dug into the meal. I was busy on my phone while Drew was examining the meal. "Hey," I looked up from my phone as he began the conversation, "I was
thinking about baby names." He says.
I snort as I laugh, "Already?" I say, my mouth is full of food. "It's never too late, and it's never too early." He responds.

I put my fork and phone down as I prop my chin on top of my fingers that were crossed together, "Go on," I say. He clears his throat as he smiles sheepishly, "Hear me out," he starts, that's never good. "But I was thinking August." He says.

I smiled as I tried to wrap my head around the unique and uncommon name. "August? Hmm, I don't know about that. And remember we don't want her to get bullied." I add.
"Oh she won't get bullied, not with us as her parents." He laughed. "Let's go with something more serious, like Chelsea." I say, "I adore that name." I gush.

"Why, because it sounds like Chassidy?" He snorts. I scoff, "And what's wrong with that?" I say sarcastically. "Erm, everything? What about Daphne?"

"Too regal for me. What about Cassidy?" I smirk, "are you serious?" He scoffs as he throws his head back letting out a belly laugh. "Oh shut up." I cover my face as I laugh, kicking him in the leg under the table.
"Ow! Okay- I'm sorry Chass." He says through laughter. I smiled softly to myself, "I like it when you call me Chass." I accidentally blurt out. I wanted to yell out, that was an intrusive thought, but he had already answered.
"So I'll continue to call you Chass." He smiled back.

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