Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 23

Harry

WELCOME TO THE THIRD TRIMESTER: THE FINAL STEPS OF PREGNANCY.

Why is this pamphlet yelling at us?

Arabella reads through it as we leave the doctor's office parking lot. The drive back home is short, maybe too short. The doctor suggests taking the stairs every now and then, and I fully intend on taking the stairs today.

My love groans in annoyance. "I'm tired, Harold."

I grab her hand and tug her towards the stairs. "It's only three flights of stairs. You won't die. You've been doing it for years."

We're greeted by Digger and Pinch enthusiastically. These dogs can't get enough of us. Honestly, if the dogs didn't like me I don't think Ara and I would be together.

Her brothers emurge from the extra room with paint on their clothes. Arabella's eyes widen and she zooms off to the room.

It's neutral, like she wanted, with hints of pink to show the room belongs to a girl. She claps like a little girl. "It's perfect. Absolutely perfect!"

"Make me something to eat now," I playfully snap. She rolls her eyes and stalks off, but not before my hand made contact with her bottom. She gasps and slaps my chest. "Pregnant, barefoot, and in the kitchen-- now that's how I like my women." I chuckle softly, unable to hold it. She looks so pissed it's amusing.

"I'm making tacos, and if you make another sexist joke I'm twisting your balls into a spiral."

What a woman I got.