Kitten {Kellic} [Book 2]

Chapter 34

Ugh I'm sooooooo tired for some reason wth

~Pregnancy Symptoms~

Kellin is six months pregnant now and he's starting to get a bigger stomach.

To say I loved chubby Kellin would be an understatement. For some strange reason I just adored his pregnant little stomach, with our first child, Kellin had only been pregnant for two and a half months, he'd never really gotten a big stomach like he did now. It was very cute too, especially just watching him waddle around trying to do things on his own. He was just big enough that he could no longer put his shoes on.

"Vic quit rubbing my stomach," Kellin muttered sounding absolutely annoyed with me. I chuckled and shook my head as I ran my hand over his naval that now stuck out. He groaned, "My carpal tunnel is acting up." He complained rolling his wrists. We were currently sitting on the floor in the living room, Kellin sitting between my legs as I had my hands on his stomach. The first pregnancy, Kellin was whiny and cried a lot, this one was different; Kellin was fine, he just complained about all of his symptoms. And, much to his disdain, he had developed carpal tunnel syndrome which drove him crazy.

"Sorry Darling," I murmured and smiled when I heard Kellin let out another annoyed groan just as the baby kicked him.

"Fucking stop it Ember," he said, glaring at his stomach.

"Oh be nice to the baby," I laughed feeling the baby kick his stomach again, repeatedly.

"I hate my life, I have carpal tunnel, my feet are so swollen I can't even fit my shoes, but it's not like it matters since I can't fucking see my feet! My back hurts and I have a migraine and I'm constipated!" He cried, rubbing his eyes trying not to cry. I tsked and rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Oh it's okay Kitten, I'll have Ariel get you a bowl of bran cereal or something that can help you-"

"If you finish that sentence I will murder you," Kellin seethed and I shut my mouth. Usually I would just laugh at his threats but pregnant Kellin was terrifying. He could make terrorists quake in their shoes.

"Is it safe to come in here?" Mike asked, peeking his head around the doorway. Everyone had been treading on eggshells around Kellin, it was insane, and everything pissed him off.

"Fuck you Michael!" Kellin snapped and I chuckled.

"Calm down Kitten, put the claws up."

"No I'm fucking angry with everything and everyone! I hate it all!"

"Yeah Mike, he's having a good day," I told my brother who cautiously walked inside the room and sat on a couch.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

"Pregnancy yoga," I informed him. "But Kellin got mad and gave up so now we're just sitting here and I've been rubbing his cute little stomach."

"Shut the fuck up Victor," Kellin muttered and I smacked his thigh.

"If you don't stop, you're going to get a spanking."

"Hey Kells, I know what can put you in a good mood."

"What?"

"Embarrassing Vic stories."

"Michael, shut up," I said, glaring at him.

"No! Tell me! I want to know!" Kellin whined, "Vic won't ever tell me anything about his childhood! I wanna know so bad!"

"If I tell you will you stop being mean to me all the time?" Mike asked him ignoring my protests.