"So her name is Olivia?" I ask Michael. He's talking on the phone with Luke.
"Don't call her that, she doesn't like it. She likes Liv."
"Liv.. okay. And when do I get to meet her?"
"At the Christmas party. The guys are coming and Luke's gonna bring her and some other people." He mentiones to me, pulling the phone away from his mouth. "Yeah, dude. Alright. Later." He presses 'end call' and turns to face me.
"You ready?" I ask, putting on a jacket and a scarf and grabbing my purse. My first OB check up..
"Yeah, let's go." He grabs his keys and we head out the door.
"Well he was weird." I say, getting in the car.
"You didn't like him? I thought he was alright."
"You didn't have his sausage fingers in your vagina, dear." I shuddered.
"Yeah. Right okay. You have a point." He pulls out of the parking lot.
"Hey babe, stop at the store. I want cookies. Please?" I look up at his with my "puppy dog eyes".
"Ugh fine. These cravings are gonna send me into bankruptcy." He sighs. I grin at him.
"Thank you, Mikey." I check instagram as he goes into the store. I'm gonna gain so much weight. Fuck. I see him walking back with two bags full of food.
"I didn't know which kind of cookies you wanted, so I got multiple. I also got chips, cereal, and some other things you've been craving lately." I look at him like he's the messiah.
"Fuck I love you Michael Gordon Clifford."
"Gah don't say my middle name. You know I hate it." He grimaces at the sound of his middle name.
"I love it." I say, reaching in a bag for my favorite m&m cookies.
I stand in the bathroom in jeans and a sports bra, looking myself over. My lower abdomen is just starting to extend. I run my hands over the bump. A son. We're having a son. Michael comes in and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his hands on mine.
"Ugh it's already mid-december. We need to start decorating." I lean my head back on his shoulder. He kisses behind my ear and tugs on my gauge.
"Yeah.. but maybe we should fuck instead." He said, grabbing my hips and turning me around. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him.
His hands roam around my body, starting at the hips and slowly sliding up my sides. They make their way up to my face where he cradles my cheeks. My fingers are firmly entangled in his hair. He trails kisses down my jaw to my neck. He nips at the tender skin around my jugular. I can't help but release a moan.
"Come on." He holds my hips and pushes me into the bedroom. I lay on the bed on my back and he crawls up on top of me and pulls his shirt off over his head. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back to expose my neck even more. He gently licks along my jugular, feeling my pulse increase. He moans against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Goose bumps rising on my skin.
"Michael please stop teasing m. Fuc-"
My phone rings. Michael and I groan in unison. I start to get up to answer it.
"Let it go to voicemail." Michael whispers in my ear.
"Noo it'll be quick. Just.. hold on." I get up and answer my phone.
~What's up, Bitch? I heard you were having a party and you didn't invite me, you asshole.~
"Oh hey, Em. Yeah. You wanna come?"
~NO. I DON'T WANT TO MEET YOUR FAMOUS BOYFRIEND AND THE REST OF 5SOS.~
"Okay then don't come." I roll my eyes.
~when is it?~
"In about a week. Bring a gift for someone."
~Ashton?~
"Sure. I gotta go. Later."
~Bye.~
"So my cousin's coming." I say, walking back to the bed.
"Cool, I don't care, come here." He says, pulling me on top of him. I laugh as he kisses me. Where were we?
