Rebecca's POV
"Princess," Josh shouted from my bedroom. I groaned in annoyance.
"I'm in the living room!" I shouted back. "And I'm not getting up!" Josh came over with a smile on his face. "What's up?"
"I found this," he said and handed me a binder. I took it, confusion filling me. Josh has been helping me unpack everything since I moved into my new apartment. It's not that I'm forcing him, but I just get so tired, and he offers to help. It's clearly a slow process since I've been living here for a few weeks now, but Josh tries to help. I also bought a larger, softer bed, and got rid of my old one. It reminded me of Richard cheating on me. I didn't want to have him in my life anymore
"A photo album?" I asked with a slight smile. I sat up and patted the space next to me for Josh to sit down. He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled under the blanket. I opened up the photo album and it started with pictures of me as a baby.
"Look at that chubby little face," Josh coed. I shook my head slightly at him. I kept flipping through the pages. "You were such an adorable baby."
"Everyone is adorable as a baby," I told him. I kissed him with a smile on my face. "Although I guess you were an ugly baby." He smacked my leg playfully. I breathed in slowly and rubbed my belly gently. "Amber is in a dancing mood today."
"She gets it from her mom," Josh said and pointed at a picture of me in a dance recital. "Look at you in a white tutu. And your natural hair color is blonde!"
"It is not," I said with a scoff. "It's light brown!"
"Light brown my ass," Josh stated with a grin. "You are blonde." I hit him with the photo album. I winced when Amber kicked my side again. "Do you want me to get you anything?"
"Hot chocolate," I said, scrunching my nose lightly at him. He kissed my nose before hopping off to my kitchen. I looked through the rest of the photos by myself. I kept running my hand over my belly. "Calm down there, Amber."
"How has learning sign language been?" Josh asked from the kitchen.
"A handful," I said with a sigh.
"Was that supposed to be a pun?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"A lame one." I accepted one the mugs he was holding. "Thank you, Josh. And you added whipped cream! You're the best guy ever." He pecked my lips.
"So Thanksgiving is next week. What do you plan on doing?" Josh asked me. He opened his arms for me to snuggle against him. I shivered at the cold, November temperature.
"I don't really know. I didn't celebrate the last two Thanksgivings with my family. And an almost three-hour long drive doesn't seem pleasing to me to just spend one night." I wrapped my arms tightly around Josh. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing really," he said with a shrug. "We can just spend the day watching Disney movies and eating food."
"I like the way you think," I told him with a laugh. I drank my hot chocolate and sighed. "You can go with your family if you want. I'm not holding you back."
"I'd much rather spend it with you," he told me with a smile. He kissed my forehead. Crescent jumped up on the couch and joined the snuggle fest. I kept wincing; Amber was not having it today. "What do you want for lunch?" I sighed.
"Anything but pizza. I've had pizza all this week. I can't even think of having any more." Josh chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
"I can make some spaghetti?" he suggested. I scrunched my nose and shrugged.
