Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 180.

Y/N's pov~

As it turned out, going hiking wasn't such a bad idea after all. Aside from the fact that I was carrying an extra seven pounds, the trail was rugged, and thanks to Harry, we had already gotten lost three times. But it wasn't too bad...

"Mhm," Redhead leaned on his arm, rubbing his non-existent beard as he looked at the two paths. "Right or left... right or left..." he mused to himself, and Tom, who hadn't left my side once in two hours, lost his patience for the first time with his dickhead of a brother who had no idea what he was doing.

"Damn it, Harry! Give me that damn thing!" He ripped the hiking map out of Harry's pocket and quickly checked the trail with a single swift glance.

"Right!" he quickly determined, thrusting the map back into Harry's chest, causing him to stumble two meters back as Tom resumed his position behind me.

"You okay?" His concern seemed endless. Just moments ago, I had a pebble in my shoe, and he halted the whole group so I could empty it out in peace. Then I got a small scratch from a branch, and he insisted on wrapping a bandage around it, which I refused, and we settled on a plaster instead.

"Yeah," I nodded, still appreciating his concern.

"Are you thirsty?" The trail was always changing, occasionally shady, occasionally dry. Right now, it was dry, and a sip of water might actually do me some good.

"A little," I nodded, already planning to steal Harry's bottle at the next break since the men were the ones carrying the backpack, but without a second thought, Tom pulled out a bottle from his backpack and unscrewed it.

"It's cold. I froze it before we started hiking," he smirked, probably having seen that life hack on the internet. Or knowing him, it'll be the last thing in his search history: Do pregnant women prefer cold or lukewarm water on a hike?

Yeah, I could imagine that.

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The hike continued until, after another 45 minutes, I began to feel a stitch in my side. It didn't feel like the baby's kicking, but it definitely wasn't pleasant. So considering finally reaching the top with a view sharper than my eyesight, lurking over forests and lakes spreading across the land, I was pretty relieved.

The fresh wind blew through my hair, and we all marveled at the 360-degree view that surrounded us.

"Shit!" Hero immediately took out his phone to take pictures, looking like a joke next to Harry, who was already snapping pictures of his girlfriend. Not with a cheap phone camera, as he would say, but with the latest Canon camera out there.

"Sweety!" he called out to Ciara's attention, just to capture a single picture of her smiling.

Tom scoffed next to me at the nickname, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing the same white tank top from yesterday. It was my weakness because the muscles in his arms were bulged, and his veins throbbing.

"What?" I asked.

"Sweety," he mimicked Harry, making a face, which made me giggle, surprising him. He looked over at me, a proud grin on his lips, sharp eyes on my face.

"Come on. They're cute..." I defended the vanilla couple, knowing more about them than Tom did.

"You think that's cute?"

"A little," I shrugged.

"That's almost as bad as 'bae' or 'babygirl.' But whatever you say, Sweety." Another laugh escaped my throat at Tom's hand gestures and exaggeration. He couldn't have put it better.

"Babygirl isn't that bad..."

"You've watched too much '365 Days'..." he muttered to himself, earning a playful slap to the bicep.