These Things That We've Done (Kellin Quinn) {Book 2}

Chapter 5. The Best Vacation

The Best Vacation

~Summer~

Nine hours. Nine fucking hours we were on that fucking plane. We were supposed to be in Paris by eight at night, but because of a stupid layover we didn't get to our hotel until five minutes ago, at three in the morning. We trudged to the top floor of our hotel, to our suite. We were quite frankly too tired to walk, move, or fuck.

As soon as we got through the door Kellin tossed our bags on the couch and we changed from our clothes to pajamas. We crawled into the bed without saying anything. 

We didn't note that the bed was soft, or the sheets were silk. We didn't mention that the view outside was beautiful. We ignored the glass and diamond chandelier that was hung up above our bed. We rolled our eyes at the many bright lights in our suite. We groaned in comfort as we cuddled and fell asleep. 

Sleep for me didn't last long though, because at six in the morning I was prying his arms away from my waist. I leaped off the bed and stumbled to the restroom. I forgot about shutting the door as morning sickness began. 

Why? Why on my honeymoon? This isn't fair!

It hurt so bad as I threw up my intestines. My throat was on fire, I was sweating, and I felt so helpless and needy. "Kellin!" I groaned. 

"Mmfhm…" he groaned back. He probably just rolled over in the bed and ignored my plea. I know he's tired and sleepy, but still! I'm his wife! He needs to be there for her in sickness and in health. Not only in health. 

I rolled my eyes and brushed my hair out of my face. After a couple more minutes of vomiting I stopped and sighed. This is not good. I need to tell him. I'm lucky, in a way, that he didn't wake up when I called for him. He would have made connections and gotten mad that I didn't tell him. How hard is it to not see? Morning sickness, not drinking alcohol, Blu constantly telling me to tell. He'd find out. 

I shakily stood from my knees. I tiptoed over to our bags and got out my toothbrush. I went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. 

This isn't a good way to start a honeymoon. 

I walked quietly back to the bed, where Kellin was still laying. He didn't even notice me gone, or throwing up everything in my abdominal cavity. When I got back under the covers Kellin wrapped his arms around me once again. 

His eyes didn't open. He didn't wake up. He only tightened his grip around my middle and buried his head into the crook of my neck. 

I gently ran my fingers over my stomach. My breath hitched and I froze. My body stiffened, probably annoying Kellin in his state of deep sleep. One second I was curled up against him and the next I was stiff as a board. 

There was a small bump. Tiny, but prominent. If I was shirtless around Kellin he would be able to see it and would probably notice it quickly. I don't know how he didn't notice out wedding night. I don't know how I didn't notice when I was putting my dress on. 

I can't believe it. The small bump makes everything seem so real. There is a baby growing inside of me. Although, since I'm only a month in should I have a bump this big already? Maybe I'm bloated. Maybe Kellin will just think that. He'll think I'm bloated, not pregnant with a visible baby bump. 

I looked over at the time. 6:50 PM. I huffed. I can't get back to sleep now that I've ran to the bathroom, thrown up, and discovered the bump my child is making. 

Minutes passed, then hours. It was 9:53 when Kellin woke up. I was in the middle of staring at the ceiling when his lips captured mine. "Morning Princess!" he exclaimed happily when he pulled away. 

I smiled, pulling my pajama top down while he removed his arms. "Morning."

"I have so much that I wanna do today! And I can't believe how close we are to the Eiffel Tower, it's like walking distance! And I want to go to the pool the hotel has. During the taxi drive over here I saw it, and it's pretty big." He was really excited, it was contagious. Not too contagious, unfortunately. 

"Okay," I said with fake enthusiasm, "we can do whatever you want, my hot husband. Let's shower first, okay?"

He nodded and got out of bed. As I took a shower he unpacked our things. Once I was done washing my body I turned off the water. I stepped out and dried off. I examined my body in the mirror for the bottom to the top. My feet are going to end up swollen and I'm not going to be able to wear my favorite shoes. My thighs might get bigger since I'm now eating for two. I'm going to get major stretch marks because of the little boy (or girl) inside of me. My belly, actually uterus, is going to expand about forty centimeters. My boobs, along with my butt, are going to grow larger, as if I need that. My fingers are probably going to swell up just like my feet. I'm going to me an emotional, annoying, big, hungry mess for the next eight months. Kellin doesn't even know. He doesn't even know I've got a baby bump yet. Like I said, he probably thinks I'm bloated or I've gained a tad bit of weight. That is, if he's noticed already. 

I just… don't want him to see my stomach. Wouldn't it be weird if I'm bloated for the next week? Plus, I'm pretty big for only one month. I should tell him for anything happens. Before we get carried away and he removes my shirt to see my belly. I'll tell him tonight. We could go out to a fancy dinner and I'll tell him there. I just have to avoid sex, or just being naked, around him. 

I wrapped a towel around my already dry body and walked out of the bathroom. Kellin smiled up at me and held up something. A bikini, one I bought for this week about a month ago. It was tight and tiny. It showed just enough to leave him turned on and wanting more. The top barely covered my breasts and the bottom was almost a thong. My eyes scanned over Kellin. He was in his swim trunks and sunglasses. 

"Let's go to the pool!" A wicked grin was on his face. He was already trying to get sex. Perfect. 

----

"Summer, I don't understand why you're wearing that." 

"What? I'm wearing my bikini."

"Yeah, but your wearing a tank top over it! You're covering everything I want to see!" Kellin muttered as he leaned further into the hot tub. I was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, only soaking my feet in the hot water. Not only did he not like that I'm wearing a tank top, but I'm not in the tub with him. 

I wore the tank top because it covered my stomach and wasn't tight, so he saw no bump through my top. I'm not fully in the water because hot tubs aren't good if you're pregnant. Blu told me this. Hot tubs are not good at any time during pregnancy. I'm not sure if that counts during the first trimester since your still early into your pregnancy, but I don't care. I'm not taking any changes. 

"I, um…" Lie! I need to lie! Think, think! "I don't want anyone else out here to see me in a bikini that shows a lot."

"Summer, no one else is out her right now!" True. No one else is in the pool yard or outside near it. 

"What if someone comes and sees me?" 

"So? You're mine! They can be jealous!" he argued. 

I scoffed. "Kellin, don't talk like that. You're lucky that you've even got me."

"I'm lucky?"

"Yeah! You said it a billion times at our wedding." I was pushing it. We haven't even been married a week yet and we're already fighting. I should shut up now, or tell him. 

"Summer, stop. I don't see the problem. You love your body! And you bought that bikini knowing what it shows and what it doesn't show, he grumbled. 

I sighed and quietly said, "Kellin, I bought this bikini for when we're in private and getting intimate." That's a lie. "Right now anyone could see us. We're outside, there are a lot of people at this hotel, an anyone walking around the hotel could look over and see me 97% naked."

"Summer," Kellin protested, "when I said we should go to the pool I was hoping we would get intimate. It's our honeymoon, you're my wife! Please take off the tank top and get into the hot tub with me. 

"But Kells, I-"

"Please!" I made the mistake of looking down and into his pleading eyes. Oh fuck. 

I gave in, taking the tank top off and setting it aside on a close lounge chair. As soon as it was off I kept my right arm over my stomach. I made the movement look natural. He saw a glimpse of my bump before my arm covered it and his eyes went to my chest. I don't think he noticed the bump. Good.

His eyes flickered from me to the tub, signaling for me to climb in. I inhaled and silently apologized to my baby, myself, and Blu. To my baby for any harm the hot, steamy water might do to him (or her). To myself because I said I wasn't going to take any chances. And to Blu for saying I would do everything she said. She said for me to take no hot baths or get in hot tubs. I'm obviously not listening to her. 

Once I was in the water Kellin pulled me closer to him, onto his lap. I leaned back into him and held his hands by our sides. There is no way I'm letting him feel my bump when there is nothing covering it. I'm starting to think he won't believe there is a bump because I'm bloated. Kellin is a smart man. He might know what the bump is, if he even knows it's there. 

I rested my head on his shoulder and turned it towards his neck. I pressed a quick kiss to it. "Kellin…"

His fingers, still laced together with mine, gently brushed against and rubbed my waist and outer thighs. "Yeah," he moaned. I bet he's happy I'm tank topless and in the hot tub, on him. Under me I felt  him stiffen. 

No, no sex. Not until I tell him. I can keep him away from my bump now but I can't when we're fucking. 

"Umm… tonight, we should go out for a fancy dinner or something. There are a lot of nice restaurants here, like the one in our hotel. And we brought nice clothes with us."

He shrugged. "I guess, I you want to we could do that. I was think we do something different," He kissed my right shoulder. "but if you want, we can always go out to eat first."

"Good, now lets go sightseeing!" I exclaimed, getting out of the hot tub. I made sure to cover my tummy, of course.

I heard Kellin mutter a "fine" as I dried off and put my tank back on. Tonight is the night, I guess.

A/N: Hey guys! Picture on the side is of the hotel room (top) and the view (bottom). Can I get six comments for this chapter? Please and thank you!

Also, don't forget to check out my other Kellin Quinn story as well.

~Catt