"I want a peanut butter pickle," I shouted to Liam. I am three months pregnant and having those stupid cravings. "Coming Baby," Liam shouted. He took off work for two days because I'm having loads of contractions.
My prince came to me with my pickle. He kissed my forehead then took the covers off of me. His warm, gentle hands pulled my shirt up a bit, revealing my huge belly. His lips touched right above my belly button and then he pulled my shirt back over my bump softly.
"Six more months," He whispered. "Your birthday is in a week," I reminded him. He plopped down on the bed, his elbows holding him up. "I can't believe I'm going to be twenty." I giggled, "I can't believe you're going to be twenty with two kids."
We found out we were having twins two weeks ago. Two boys actually. We've come up with some names. Asher and Ace, Grayson and Mason, and Jasper and Charlie. See I like Asher and Ace, but he likes Jasper and Charlie. Before then we were going to name them (if they were girls) Ashley Grace, and Jasmine Charlotte. But they are boys.
Louis wants me to name them William and Lou. Self centered child. "I love you," Liam whispered. "I love you too."
...................two months pass..
"Come on Liam, the doctors can't keep waiting," I shouted at him. "Coming.." His lips touched mine as he ran to the car. I walked my fat self to the car and shut the door.
In fifteen minutes we were at the hospital. "Payne," the doctors called out. We followed him into the room. "Lay down right here," He pointed to the chair. I laid down and Liam sat in the little chair. The doctor, Mr. Beane, put the gel on my tummy and I shivered at the feeling. "Lottie, I got some bad news."
