Growing up Together

Chapter 7

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Chapter seven

21st of April 2015

Two months later:

I'm four months pregnant now.

My parents have bought me some baby stuff like a few clothes, a black pram, and this polished wooden cot for him to sleep in.

We don't need much at the moment but it's good to get things early so you don't start stressing later into the pregnancy.

I have a very strong feeling that the baby is a boy and my parents know this so most of the stuff they are planning to buy for him are blue but they are still adding some unisex stuff just in case.

I've got a little bump now but its big enough that people can see that I'm pregnant and I like it that way.

I won't be alone forever; I'll have my little angel with me until he is ready to do his own thing. I just hope he doesn't leave me like Jared had.

The other thing that has changed is my emotions. Maria has told me that I am in my early stages of the second Trimester which is early for a new mother but she also says it might be because he is so big.

Over the last few months, he has grown so much and he looks like he is a few weeks older than he is.

I suppose Jared must have some fat genes that he hadn't known about.

My emotions are all over the place, one minute I'm smiling and the happiest I've ever been then I'm furious at everyone and then I'm sexually frustrated.

They do call this trimester the honeymoon period for a reason.

It's horrible not to have Jared with me through this; I could really use him right now if you know what I mean.

I just want something that I don't have to give myself.

But it's okay, Maria has already told me that this will end soon and I'll go back to my overly emotional self in no time.

So right now I'm sitting on the couch watching a sappy romance movie with one of my dads' old shirts on as my mom makes me a gherkin and mustard sandwich.

I know that it sounds disgusting but it's what I'm craving and it actually tastes amazing.

A pressure on my stomach takes my attention away from the TV as I look down at my round belly. The pressure eases but almost immediately happens again. And again.

It sort of feels like a...flutter.

My eyes widen as I realize what's happening.

"Mom!" I call sitting up straighter with my hands resting against my belly.

Mom is by my side in a matter of seconds, fussing over me.

"What is it honey? Are you in pain?" She demands noticing my hands covering my stomach.

I grin up at her and shake my head feeling as if I'm on cloud nine.

"He's kicking." I squeal happily and that is all mom needs to hear as she falls to her knees and covers my stomach with her hands.

As if sensing her he kicks again and mom looks so happy I swear she is going to start crying.

"Markus!" She screams happily.

My baby knows exactly what to do to cheer his mommy up.

Dad runs in almost, tripping over his own feet in the process. He looks flustered and I think he was doing some gardening by the amount of dirt on his hands and clothes.

"What? Is everything okay?" He looks just as worried as mom had so I just smile reassuringly and let mom tell him.

"He's kicking like crazy."

Mom looks beyond proud of her grandson right now and I'm proud of creating him, even if he was an accident.

Dad looks lost for a second but once what she had said registers he plops down beside me and places his hand over my belly as well.

And the rest of the day is spent gushing over him as he kicks up a storm for his grandparents.

I think he can feel my moods because when I begin getting annoyed and tired he stops to let me rest.

Such a caring little one he is, just like his father.

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I'll post another update soon.

Alza