pregnancy series | dolan twins

he overhears you talking to the baby

he overhears you talking to the baby

his pov

eth: "please don't make me get up," i heard y/n say softly to her baby bump. "stop moving," she whined and i smiled, i loved when she talked to him. "fine, fine! have it your way, let's go to the bathroom," she getting up and going to the bathroom.

a few minutes later she came back out and sat down, still not noticing me, "why are you always kicking me? i have done nothing but nurture you," she said and i chuckled causing her to turn around. "oh i didn't see you there," she said.

"i was just admiring your beauty," i said and she smiled.

she patted the spot next to her, "come here." i sat down and she grabbed my hand placing them on the spot where noah was kicking her.

i smiled, feeling the small kick against my hand, "i love that feeling."

gray: "one of you wants pineapple, the other wants kiwi, you boys need to compromise," i heard her say as she looked through the fridge for just those fruits. "what about grapes?" she asked rubbing her bump.

i stood in the doorway, watching as rubbed it softly, jumping a little bit. "now you have hiccups! i can't wait for you guys to be here," she whispered grabbing the grapes and turning around.

"i can't wait for them to be here," i said and she smiled, placing the bowl of grapes on the counter.

"my three boys."

i walked over to her, my hands resting on her waists, "you're going to be a great mom," i mumbled.

she blushed slightly, "you're going to be an even better dad," she said while popping a grape in her mouth.

"can i have one?" i asked reaching for the bowl.

she lightly smacked my hand, "they're for your children," she said and i started laughing. "your father is trying to eat your food already," she mumbled while placing a hand on her bump.