Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 26

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

Later that evening, we returned home and curled up on the couch. "You know, it's been a great week," I said, feeling content. "I'm really loving the name Boston more and more."

"Me too," Stiles said, wrapping his arms around me. "It just feels right. I think we've found the perfect name for our little guy."

As we settled down for the night, I felt the baby kick gently, a comforting reminder of the life we were nurturing. I placed my hand on my belly, feeling a rush of love and excitement for the future.

"Goodnight, Boston," I whispered softly, feeling connected with the little one inside me. "We can't wait to meet you."

With Stiles beside me and the warmth of our love enveloping us, I drifted off to sleep, ready to embrace the beautiful journey of parenthood that awaited us. The excitement was building, and I knew that we would navigate every challenge together, celebrate every joy, and create a life filled with love for our son.

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Jackson's Pov

29 weeks pregnant

At 29 weeks pregnant, I found myself feeling a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and yes, a bit of anxiety. The reality of becoming a parent was more tangible now than ever before. My belly had grown even more pronounced, and I was starting to feel the weight of it all—the physical, emotional, and mental preparation that was involved in getting ready for Boston's arrival. At this stage, he was about the size of a butternut squash, weighing in at roughly 3 pounds and measuring about 15.5 inches from head to toe. His development was progressing beautifully, with his lungs becoming more mature and his brain developing more complex abilities.

Physically, I had started to notice a few more discomforts creeping in. The Braxton Hicks contractions, though still relatively mild, had become more frequent, and sometimes I felt my stomach tightening unexpectedly, like a reminder that my body was preparing for the real thing. They were a little unnerving at first, but after some deep breathing and reassurance from Stiles, I had come to accept them as just a part of the process.

My lower back had been giving me grief too, and by the end of the day, it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my spine. I couldn't help but notice how much more fatigued I was—simple things like walking around the house or bending over to pick something up had become increasingly taxing. But no matter how uncomfortable I felt, it didn't diminish my excitement. Every kick, every little movement from Boston was a reminder that he was growing stronger and that soon, he would be here in my arms.

One Saturday morning, after a particularly restless night, I found myself awake early, just lying in bed, listening to the sound of Stiles breathing softly beside me. I was wide awake, my mind running with thoughts about the next few weeks and how drastically things were going to change.

I couldn't help but glance down at my belly, feeling the gentle movement of Boston inside me. It was as if he could sense that I was thinking about him, and in response, he gave me a series of kicks. A small smile tugged at my lips as I gently placed my hand on my stomach. "Good morning, little guy," I whispered, feeling the warmth of his movements.

Stiles stirred beside me, groaning softly as he stretched. His eyes fluttered open, and he glanced over at me, his face soft with sleep but still filled with love. "Morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "How are you feeling?"