This Evening...
Your currently in the kitchen, standing infront of the sink washing the dirty dishes from dinner, which you knew kenan wouldn't be happy about since your 7 months pregnant.
Ever since kenan found out you were carrying his baby, he hasn't let you lift a finger. As sweet as that is, you were starting to get bored of sitting around doing nothing.
As your scrubbing off the last dish, you feel kenans hands slowly wrapping around your big bump.
"what you doing baby" he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. You could tell by his tone that you are in trouble. "washing dishes" you say, putting the last dish on the drainer.
You turn around to face kenan, whos giving you the 'not on my watch' look. "You can't keep tiring yourself out. You're carrying our little girl." he says, making you roll your eyes.
"I can wash a few dishes" you detest, but kenan shakes his head. "Not while your carrying our baby" he says, stroking on your bump.
You sigh softly. "Come here..." he says, taking your hand in his and leading you into the living room.
"You need to relax" he says, helping you rest on the couch. "I know" you say, slightly annoyed. "baby..." kenan whispers, kneeling down infront of you. "I'm so proud of you, your doing so well" he says, resting his hand on your bump. "Not long and we'll have her in our arms" he says.
You take a deep breath and nod slowly. "That's my girl" he says, standing up and leaning forward, gently kissing your head. "You just sit there and look pretty" he says, resting his hand on your cheek and you nod.
