Teach me how to dougie

3 monthes...

Dougie's pov

When I was growing up I was always told never to lie, but what if its for the best. What if telling a small white lie means you save someone from being upset or hurt? What if it makes you both happier?

Since darcy lost five years of her memory and I didn't tell her the whole truth about what actually happened in those five years me and her have been in a relationship. She is three monthes pregnant today so we are going for her twelve week scan at twenty past one.

It's sort of a first for both of us. I know she had a scan at the very start but I wasn't there and she can't remember so it will just be like the first time of properly seeing our baby ever.

"Doug, will you come in here please?"

"Okay two minutes!" I yelled across the apartment.

I finished loading the dishwasher from breakfast and trecked over to our room to see what she wanted.

"Heyy babe. You okay? What did you want?"

"Well do you think that this is to formal?"

I chuckled slightly at how much she was stressing about how she looked. My chuckling was stopped with a glare from darce. I looked her up and down scanning what she was wearing until I burst out laughing.

"Darcy? You do realise you can't wear a dress, you have to lift your top up remember?"

She looked down at the black maxi dress she was wearing before letting out a high pitched squeal of anger.

"For crying out loud nothing bloody fits!"

You see darcys very self concious about how she looks when she goes out in public especially if she's with one of me or the boys as she knows that paps with photograph her and point out any flaws they can find. This is why I hate the paps. Darcy is perfect to me flaws and all but the paps pick out every little thing. So darcy usually wears skinny jeans and nice tops so the minute she puts on even a pound nothing fits so being pregnant and having darcys wardrobe isn't the best combo.

"How about you wear you skater skirt and that knitted long sleeved turquoise jumper from topshop with this statement necklace?"

You see i might not be good at much but I can choose an outfit for a girl easy.

"You sure?"

"Posative!"

She gave me a peck before changing. I watched as she applied her makeup reminding her every ten seconds that she doesn't need it. Because truth is she doesn't need any makeup. She is perfect.

'Later that day'

I sat holding her hand tightly listening for a heartbeat watching for an image.

"And here is you baby and can you hear it's heartbeat?"

I let out a sigh of relief and a small tear of joy as I saw the little bundle of joy moving about on the screen. I placed a soft loving kiss on darcys forehead as she grinned widely.

'Later that evening'

"Doug?"

"Yeah?"

"We need a name for the baby instead of it until its born?"

I chuckled knowing only darcy would want a name for the baby until it was born.

"Urm what about pickles? That's all you've eaten since you got pregnant"

"That's a really good one, from now on pickles is our baby's name until pickles is born"

We both nodded in agreement before cuddling up on the sofa and watching a film while darcy ate some pickles.