IMANI looked down at her growing belly, a soft smile spread across her face. Never in her life did she imagine her with a mini her growing inside of her.
The only issue about this, was informing Andrew. He noticed her stomach growing, but he never imagined it being a baby. He had just assumed she was getting bigger from eating too much.
Which was also part of the reason of her weight gain, because of her weird pregnancy cravings.
She was excited to be a mother, she always had fantasies of her dream family with her loving husband, at least she hoped he'd become loving now that she was with her child.
for the past 3 months, her and Olivia had been planning future events for the child. Her drawers were already stacked with both boy and girl baby clothes, mainly girl clothes. If it was anything in the world she wanted to be, it was a girl mom.
She wasn't being selective; she would love the child no matter if it was a girl or a boy.
Anywho, she folded the baby clothes in a bag, all the clothes indicating what gender they were. She also dropped a pacifier and a baby bottle, and lastly, she dropped the pregnancy test, pushing it down to be covered by the clothes. After, she lifted the pen off the table, writing on the note:
She smiled down at the gift, folding the note then dropping it in the bag. Her thoughts all over the place, how would he react? Will he be happy? Sad? Mad? Just thinking about it made her want to cry. She was completely overwhelmed with emotions, mainly because of her hormones, but her fear also played a big part.
Her thoughts were cut short at the sound of her ring camera alarm going off, notifying her that motion was taking place in her front yard. She flinched as she heard the door opening, rushing to grab the gift bag from the counter and moving it to the table where the rest of his gifts laid, the table was decorated with a satin red table cloth, rose petals from the door leading up to the table.
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𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. | 𝐏.𝐆
RomanceImani glanced at the stack of papers in her hand and asked, "So... you're some kind of 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩?" Amir let out a soft chuckle, twisting one of his dreads as he replied, "Weird way to put it, but shit, I guess." ♡ In a predominantly white n...