Chapter 43

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Olivia

I woke up to the sun shining through the peak of our curtains, the birds chirping and soft snores in my ear. I got up slowly and eased out of Chris's arms to wobble to the bathroom as fast as I could. I almost didn't make it to the bathroom my bladder has been so bad since my baby boy been in my belly, he has been kicking me so much like he wants to come out way too early. To have found out what we're finally having had me fall in love even more with my baby boy, I could only imagine how he looks and hope that there's a part of me in his features at least because we all know that Chris has his three look-a-likes haha. God at least let him have some of my features. I glanced at my finger and couldn't help but smile, he really did propose to me and it wasn't just a dream. This was reality and I'll soon be a wife to someone who really loves me. 

Over these past few months I couldn't even be by myself because Chris was always right by my side and I appreciate him for helping me feel comfortable in my pregnancy. I've started back painting more since I've been in the house and came up with the artist name Mystique posting all my artwork and Sy has been managing my page since people started hating after I painted a picture on Chris chest and he posted it everywhere on social media. I've gotten back into my Italian and Latin roots since my Grams has been coming into town spending time with me. She has been teaching me some of her favorite dishes and we would talk in Italian that I had I almost forgot what English was haha. I've been such a big baby having my Grams around. See my dad is Italian and my mom is a proud Boricua as she would say but she's more used to being around my dad that sometimes she forgets about Spanish until she calls my Tia Peppy or Penelope. All of our family has learned about both sides but we have been so deep into Italian for years.

 It also feels good to not have the media breathing down our necks since they didn't catch my face when we were at the art gallery. It feels good to be loved, to feel love, to see love first hand. I rubbed my belly after using the bathroom and his hand print touched my hand, I was beyond happy, I was bawling because I just touched my baby boy's hand for the first time. I was trying to control my emotions until I heard Chris behind me. 

"Baby what's wrong?"-Chris hugged me

"He, he, the baby touched my hand with his own when I rubbed my belly"-I cried

"Aww you're bonding with him, he must've felt the good energy and love from you"-He wiped my tears

"Yeah it feels so unbelievable that he's in my belly"-I smiled

"I know just last year you was trying to act like you ain't want all this now you carrying my baby"-He smirked

"Here we go"-I bit my lip

"Just stating facts baby, by the way Happy Birthday To Youuuu"-He sang to me

"Thank you"-I smiled

"You're welcome, now come with me I have something to show you."-He grabbed my hand

"Oh goodness what is it?"-I said confused

"You'll see"-He carried me downstairs

When we got downstairs there were blue and silver balloons behind the couch made like an arch with Happy Birthday between the top part. A bouquet of flowers filled every last inch of the living room of different varieties of roses in every color, my name was spelled out in the carpet with rose petals leading to the dinning room. The dining room had so much breakfast food and a cake on the table fit for a huge family. I didn't need all of that food even though I was eating for two. 

"Come have a seat baby"-He pulled out a chair

"Thank you for all of this but we can't eat all of this by ourselves amore mio"-I smirked

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