Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 20

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

As we left the clinic, Stiles and I felt a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation. Our journey to parenthood was filled with these precious moments of connection and discovery, and each appointment brought us closer to the day we would finally meet our son.

That evening, as we relaxed at home, Stiles and I continued discussing names, reflecting on the appointment and the joy of seeing our baby's growth. The decisions and preparations were part of the adventure, and together, we embraced every step of the journey with love and excitement.

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Jackson's Pov

22 weeks pregnant

The day I turned 22 weeks pregnant marked a new chapter in this journey. The early pregnancy discomforts had eased, but new sensations and symptoms had taken their place. I could hardly believe how much had changed in just a few months. Stiles and I had settled into our new routine with the baby, and each day felt like another step closer to meeting our son. Our baby was now roughly the size of a papaya, and I could feel every inch of his growth. His kicks were more pronounced, and I noticed that he had started developing a pattern—more active in the evening and around bedtime, as if he were trying to remind us that he was there, eager to make his entrance into the world.

At 22 weeks, my bump had become noticeably larger. My clothes no longer fit the same way, and I had finally accepted that maternity wear was now a staple of my wardrobe. My belly had grown firm and round, and the sensation of the baby moving inside me had become a daily occurrence. His kicks and rolls were stronger and more frequent, a constant reminder of the little life growing inside me.

Physically, I was feeling a mix of energy and fatigue. My back ached more frequently, and I had to be cautious about my posture, especially since desk duty at work required long hours of sitting. I experienced occasional heartburn, which was a new and unwelcome addition to my list of symptoms. Despite these discomforts, I felt a profound sense of excitement and anticipation.

Emotionally, the pregnancy was a rollercoaster. I was excited about the baby and looking forward to the future, but there were moments of anxiety and uncertainty. The thought of becoming a parent was both thrilling and overwhelming. Stiles was a rock for me, providing support and reassurance whenever I needed it.

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As I lie in bed one morning, Stiles is already up and getting ready for work. I stretch lazily, feeling the gentle pressure of our baby as he shifts around inside me. The bump has popped more, and I'm no longer just looking plump. I'm visibly pregnant, and it's both thrilling and surreal.

Stiles peeks his head into the bedroom with a smile. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. How's my favorite early riser?"

I chuckle, rubbing my belly. "Good morning. I'm doing okay. Just enjoying the feeling of our little guy kicking around."

Stiles walks over and places a hand on my belly. "I still can't believe how much he's growing. Sometimes it feels like I'm just dreaming."

"I know what you mean," I say, feeling the baby give a gentle nudge. "It's incredible to feel him moving and know that he's growing inside me."

Stiles leans down and kisses my forehead. "We're getting closer to the day we finally get to meet him. It feels like everything is falling into place."

"Yeah," I agree, my heart swelling with love and anticipation. "It's exciting and a little overwhelming, but mostly it's just amazing."