Think Lovely Thoughts

Thirty-Eight

LA, USA
June 23rd
Miley's POV

I woke up to Liam kissing me. On my face, lips, neck, breasts, and stomach.

"Happy anniversary baby." He says when I open my eyes.

"Happy anniversary." I say back to him.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asks me.

"Umm...breakfast?" Then he smiles.

"Sounds like a plan. Want me to cook?"

"No. I meant out." Then he smiles and laughs.

"Oops, look at me...I'm clueless."

"No you're not." Then I get up. "I'm gonna shower and get ready.

"Good idea, let's go." Then we go to take showers and get ready.

When we were ready, Liam grabbed our phones and handed me mine. Then he grabbed his keys and took my hand. He helped me in the passenger seat and shut the door for me. Then he got in the driver's side and we buckled up, then he started the car. When we got to the restaurant, he opened the door for me and helped me out, then shut the door behind me.

"Wow, such a gentleman." I say with a smile. Then he smiles, and puts his arm around my back and we walk into the restaurant. When we got sat down, we started to look at the menu.

"What are you gonna eat?" Liam asks me.

"Um, I don't know. You?"

"I don't know." Then we laugh.

"I think I'll have the carmelized onion and pepper quesodillas." I say, then show Liam the picture.

"Wow, that looks really good. I think I'll have that too."

"Does it look good? Or are you copying me?" I snap.

"Miley, calm down. If you really are mad I'm having the same thing I won't order it." He says defensively.

"Oh sure, and make me the bad guy."

"Miley, calm down. Do you wanna go home?" He replies.

"No, what I want is for you to stop being an asshole."

"Miley, please." He says. "Let's just go." Then I start to cry.

"No, I'm sorry. I- I just...I'm just upset."

"Why?" He asks sympathetically.

"I don't know. I guess it's just mood swings." Then I wipe my tears. "Can we stay?" Then he nods.

"Of course we can." Then the waiter comes over and we order drinks and our food.

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LA, USA
June 23rd
Miley's POV

8 PM

It was about 3 PM, and Liam and I just got home from dinner.

"Thanks for everything." I say, then kiss him.

"Thank you for everything." Then he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a velvet box.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Open it and find out." Then I open the box. It was a necklace that had a heart on it.

"Aw, Liam. Really?" I reply, amazed at what he gave me.

"Yeah, really."

"But...I didn't get you anything." I say, feeling guilty.

"Hey, you gave me the best thing ever. Your love...and a baby." Then he kneels down and puts his hands on my stomach. "I love you little guy. I'm so happy you're gonna be a part of our family." Then he lifts up my shirt and kisses my belly.

"Hey, he kicked at you." I say.

"Maybe he doesn't like me..."

"Liam shut the hell up, he's gonna love you. I bet his first word will be "daddy". He kicked cause he was responding to your voice. They say the parents are supposed to talk to the baby before it's born so it knows the parents' voices. That way he'll be attached to us when he's born." I say.

"Okay. Well then..." Then he gets up. "We shall talk to this baby." Then he takes my hand and leads us to the couch. When we sit down, he makes me lie on my back.

"What are you-" Then he lifts up my shirt and rubs my belly. "What are you doing?" I ask, then laugh.

"Hey little baby. I'm your daddy. I don't know what you look like yet but I already know you're gonna be cute." Liam says, then I get all choked up. A few tears run down my cheek, and Liam looks at me. "What's wrong baby?"

"You...you're so amazing. You're already a great dad even though he isn't born yet."

"How?" He asks.

"The way you just talked to him. You're gonna be so great, even though you already are."

"Thanks, but what if he hates me?"

"Judging by the way you just talked to him...he's gonna love you." Then he kisses my stomach and I feel many kicks. "Woah." I say, grabbing my stomach.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks, worried.

"Nothing, that was just a lot of kicks."

"I didn't feel them. I wasn't feeling your stomach." Then I put his hand on my stomach where he was kicking, and his eyes get wide. "Wow, our little kick boxer." Then I laugh.

"Or soccer player."

"Either way, he's sure a kicker." Then I smile.

"Liam?"

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I'm like, four months pregnant. We should talk about some names." Then he helps me sit up.

"Okay, how many names do you wanna pick out?"

"Um...maybe eight. Four for the first name, then four for the middle name. Then we can pick our favorite two." I say.

"Sounds good to me. Who's gonna pick the first and who's gonna pick the middle?"

"I was thinking I could pick two first and middle, then you can pick two first and two middle." Then he nods.

"Sounds good to me." He says again, then I laugh.

"Well..." Then I sigh.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I'm just really tired tonight. He kept me up half the night with his kicking. I think he's done kicking f a while, so I think I'm gonna head to bed." Then I yawn.

"Okay. I'll come join you." Then he helps me up and we go into our bedroom. When we got in there, I changed into some sweats and a baggy T-shirt.

"Why dont you sleep naked anymore? It seems since you really started to show you have just been in sweats and baggy T-shirts when you sleep.

"Because I'm fat. I didn't think you would wanna see my ugly and fat body." Then I start to cry. "I'm just so ugly and fat. And I'm only gonna get fatter. I hate the way I look." Then he wipes my tears and lifts up my head.

"Hey, shh shh. Miley, you aren't fat nor ugly. You are pregnant and beautiful. I love the way you look, it reminds me I married the most beautiful woman in the world. You think you're fat but I know you are beautiful." Then he kisses me passionately on the lips.

"Thanks, but I feel like you're lying."

"Let's get you to bed." He says, then he helps me into bed. He sat on the bed next to me and turned on the TV. I watched a little bit of TV with him before I fell asleep.