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chalter 29

Yara

I just arrived home from work, I'm extremely tired, her kicks were unbelievable today. It's been a few weeks since Martijn his RAI shows, it's now mid November and it's almost my birthday, literally tomorrow. I'm quite excited for it, also it will be my last birthday before I become a mom. I can proudly say that the baby room for my baby girl is finished, Martijn helped me a lot, he has done a lot for it and couldn't be more grateful for him. He's now away for a few shows he has. I take off my shoes and I open the door to my living room.

I see someone cooking in my kitchen. What the fuck is he doing here? "Martijn?" I ask quite surprised and he turns around. He smiles and hugs me. "Hey, how're you?" He asks me, his hands are resting on my lips. "I'm extremely tired," I say and put my hand underneath my belly. "Is she kicking heavily?" He asks and I nod. "Just take some rest alright. Go lay in bed and take a nap," he offers and I smile softly at him. "The house needs to be cleaned," I say and demonstrate because I don't have time. "I'll take care of that, just lay in bed will you," he kinda forces me and I can't help but smile brightly. He's actually the sweetest person alive. I press my lips on his and he press one on my forehead. I'm walking to my bedroom and change myself into more comfortable bed acceptable clothes and slowly fall asleep.

🌙

I wake up again and check my phone for any messages and see it's almost 8 in the evening and I get out of bed. I walk in the living room and there's no one, I see a note on the kitchen counter, I read what he has written down,

Hey,
I'm just running some errands and ordering some food for tonight.
The whole house has been cleaned and I'll be back in a hour.
See you
X Martijn

I look around and it's looking so clean and spotless as well. I haven't even talked about the amazing smell you notice quickly. I sit down on the couch and wait for Martijn to come back. The few weeks now we've been kissing and acting like a couple, only when we're alone. Just whenever they're someone we act like we're best friends. It's kinda crazy how all of that can happen in matter of a few weeks.

I hear the door being open d and I put my serie on pause, Martijn opens the door and smiles at me. "You are awake," he says and I nod. I see him dragging to bags into the kitchen and I get up, curious what he has bought. "Did you sleep good?" He asks me and I nod. "She luckily has stopped kicking my ass," I say and he chuckles. "What did you buy?" I ask curiously. "No, you can't see that," he says and I look at him. Are you kidding me? "Just sit over there and relax," he says and I do what he asks me. I mean he won't tell me anyway, so I can keep standing there but that's just a waste of time. I just put my serie back on and relax as I secretly sometimes look what Martijn is trying to do.

I smell an amazing kind of smell, it smells like he's making delicious dinner. I raise up my eyebrow and see him cooking something. I smile softly, even though he can't cook that good he's still doing it without I've asked him. He has done this all by himself to make me rest and comfortable to the max.

"Dinner is ready," he says and comes walking in the living room with two plates in his hands and one of them is for me. I smile softly and he press a kiss on my forehead. "You made this?" I ask him and he nods. He gets some drinks and it's just simple. I love Italian food, the fact he's made it for me it's another level of sweetness and especially kindness. "You just gotta be honest if you like or not," he says and I chuckle softly. I take a bite and it's so delicious. Of course they're better versions out there but Martijn has made him quite good and that for someone who barely even cooks.

"How were your shows?" I ask him. He smiles grows as soon as he starts talking. The fans, the energy around the shows, the teamwork they've done while doing all of these, especially Martijn's state of mindset for doing these shows, it's not the most easiest job even people think so simple of it. It's not a simple thing, people start making assumptions which aren't true at all.

"Sounds cool," I say and he nods. He grabs my hand and I look up. "What's the matter." He asks me and I shrug my shoulders. "Tell me," he says and moves closer to me. "I-I I'm scared," I say and wipe away a tear. "Scared for what?" He asks me. "Birth," I answer simply. He kisses my hand and moves closer to him, "come here." He opens his arms and I lay down in them. "It is scary but you will smash it," he says and lifts up my head to face him. "What if something happens?" I ask him. "You're in good care," he says and kisses my lips softly. "I'll be there," he says and I look at him, "what if you aren't able to," I say in panic. "I will do anything to be there when this baby girl arrives," he says and his hand is on my belly, rubbing softly. "Martijn," I whisper and he looks at me. "What?" He asks me. "I think I love you," I say and he looks at me. He smiles and kisses me lips once again, our kiss is gentle and sweet. "I love you," he whispers softly and our kiss gets longer.