𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘. | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈.

A/N ; I don't wanna have to threaten y'all again to comment. Y'all did good last chapter, let's continue. <3

*excuse all mistakes..

TWO MONTHS LATER...
APRIL 17TH,
3:34 PM.

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"THIS DRESS WON'T FUCKING FIT!" Dovani whined in the closet as she struggled to pull the brown dress over the new curves of her body. The couple was attending their release party for their new single. It had been a stressful last two months, dealing with the guilt and pregnancy hormones on top of it all. She wasn't as tiny as she thought she was going to be, considering she was hitting the twenty second week mark in a couple weeks.

"Maybe you putting it on wrong, lemme see." Semaji sat out on the edge of the bed, bouncing his leg while watching his girlfriend change for the seventh time in the past ten minutes.

"I'm not putting it on wrong, your baby is in the way." She expresses. She was already not feeling well this morning and now the dress was barely stretching over her stomach. It was her fault thinking she still wore a small even with a bump.

"Aight, don't start yelling at me. C'mere, lemme help you." Semaji came to his feet, walking towards the closet and had his hand on the knob, turning it.

Dovani frowned as soon as the door opened, with small tears in her eyes. Them hormones were something serious and it made her even more upset that she cried over every little thing that happened to her. Even this morning, Semaji accidentally dropped her french toast so she cried. For two hours.

"Aw, snooks." Semaji's deep laugh erupted in the closet as he admired his frustrated pregnant girlfriend while she tried to fit into her dress she got from Amazon.

"It's not funny!" Her bottom lip quivered.

"Aight, I'm sorry. Don't cry, we can make it fit." He calmly protested as he slipped his hands just under stomach, pulling the top of the dress up.

"Three...Two...One.." He pulled the dress over her stomach and her growing breast. The both of them were out of breath, surprisingly.

Taking a step back, he admired how the dress shaped her body, he just smiled. He soon tackled her with kisses as she laughed, trying to push him off of her.

"Stop! You know I'm ticklish especially on my neck!" She said in between laughs, trying to escape his grasp.

"You sure you wanna go to this party? We can stay home forreal and I can show you a real eater instead of this lil' piece of fabric." He tugged on the dress and released it, it snapping back in place and he continued to nibble on her neck.