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Chapter 32

10 weeks later
About 30 weeks! (biggest jump)

~Donovan~

"Hun, you're not fat," I repeated to her.

She continued to poke at her tummy. "Then why have I gained 23 pounds?"

"Because you're about 8 months pregnant, babe, and you're eating for two."

She kept pouting, starting to cry a little again, as I continued my conversation with Tyler on the phone.

"She's still complaining about that, huh?" he asked, I could hear waves crashing in the background.

"Yeah. I don't really mind, though. How has Hawaii been, bud?"

"Oh, wonderful. We watched a volcano explode up close and all the magma went all over the island. It was mesmerizing."

"Wait, really?"

"D-... Hold on. Ash wants to speak to you for a sec."

I waited for a few seconds to hear everything before greeting her.

"Hey, Ashl-"

"Are you really that stupid, Donovan? You really think we saw a live volcano? Up close?"

"I-"

"Y'know what? I'm going back inside. Stay in school. Love ya. Bye, kid."

Tyler's voice filled the speakers again.

"Hey, man."

"Your wife was being mean to me."

"Good. You're an idiot for believing that crap. Do you know how volcanoes work?"

"Don't be rude. I'm only a kid."

I could tell he was rolling his eyes. "Whatever... Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot, bro."

"What's it like?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like... the baby and all that shit."

I raised my brows, running a hand through my hair. "I honestly don't know. It's great."

"Define great."

"Psychotic in the most fantastic way."

"That makes zero sense."

"You probably won't get it till it happens. I'm still barely understanding it."

"You're excited, though, right?"

"Yeah, man. I'm gonna get a son. A little someone like me and Mill."

"A little someone that you have to take care of for 18 years and that could possibly grow up to hate you."

"Why're you stressing? You don't even have to."

"I don't know, Don. The future scares the living shit outta me just like teenagers scare the living shit out of Gerard Way."

"You need to stop with these MCR references. You're going to be fine. Live in the moment."

"You cheesy bastard. I gotta go do things with my wife. Call you later."

"Bye, Ty."

We hung up and I looked back over to my girlfriend. She was drumming on her belly with her fingers, trying to get some movement. Every time she did, though, she'd jump.

"He is so wiggly," she whispered.

"I see you forgot about the Tumblr shenanigans."

"Shh, baby, come here."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me next to her, replacing her hand with mine.

"He's kicking again. He's always kicking me in the rib. He's mean to me."

She was right. He was practically stomping on her.

"I have a question for you, Don."

"Yes?"

"Why is it that women get punished once a month for not getting pregnant, but when they do get pregnant, they get punished by their children, emotions, and body?"

"I've learned that God is a dick sometimes."

She started crying again.

"What's wrong, love?" I asked for the 10th time today.

"He kicked me again. He doesn't like me."

"That's a lie. He loves you."

She's sobbing now. "He's so mean. I'm so hungry."

"Do you want me to get you a snack?"

"I want you to get me a 3-course meal."

I laughed at her. She's the best even when she feels like her worst. "Get dressed and I'll take you to the diner down the street, okay?"

"I need help."

"Doing what?"

"Getting off of the bed and onto my feet."

I smiled, getting one back from her. I held her up by her forearm, helped her sit up into a slant so she could swing her legs over the edge of the bed one at a time, and pulled her up to her feet.

"I'm already sweating, oh my god," she mumbled.

~

After an hour of pulling on maternity jeans/a sweater and stopping her from crying, Milly was finally ready.

She was pouting as we left and while we were in the elevator. I wrapped my arms around her, as best as I could, and kissed her head.

"Why are you making that face?" I ask.

"I have to pee."

"You went before we left."

"Your son is pressing on my bladder."

"Our son."

"Our son is gonna be the death of me."

~
Probably one of the shortest things I've ever written. Sorry I suck. That's about it so

Bye