Chapter 10
Michael's POV
5 Months Later!
"MICHAEL CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE!!!"
I ran upstairs and saw Aimee struggling to zip her dress.
"Can you zip this for me please?!" She wined.
,Sure honey..."
I walked up to her and zipped her dress, slapped her ass when she moved away.
"Ugh. This is tight! NOTHING FITS ME ANYMORE! I LOOK LIKE A FRICKING COW!" She yelled running her fingers through her hair.
I sighed then giggled.
"No you don't baby! You look beautiful! Just like always!"
She scoffed.
"Don't freaking lie to me Michael! My boobs are huge, I lost my figure! I'm so fat!"
"Baby...."
I walked up to her and rubbed her sides.
"Your glowing! Look at you! You look amazing!"
"Yeah ok!"
She sighed and sat in the bed, holding her belly.
I sighed.
Aimee has been pregnant for 5 months now.
We still don't know the sex of the baby!
We want to be surprised.
But..... Her mood is always up and down.
She's either very happy or really angry.
She craves the weirdest foods, like ketchup and chips!
She is stressing me out so much!
She won't have sex because she is embarrassed of her body.
That doesn't help either!
I think she looks great but not to her!
Nope she looks AWFUL in her mind!
I love her but this pregnancy is taking a toll on us...
I kneeled on the floor in front of her.
I rubbed her belly with my hands then kissed it.
"I can't wait to meet this little bundle of joy in here...."
She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair.
She pulled me up to her and kissed my lips gently.
I kissed her back rubbing her thighs.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her body up to mine.
She giggled and ran one of her hands down my chest.
Suddenly the door flew open.
"MIKE THE YANKEES AND THE RED SOXS ARE.....playing....again...."
I sighed.
"UGH DAMMIT CHRIS!!"
