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Nineteen - Baby Shower

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Ana is up first this morning, all dressed in her flowing maternity shirt and a pair of leggings. I have never seen Ana Green in a pair of leggings before and it was a strange sight. Chuck is bustling around with her, dressed in jeans and a dressy button up.

My eyes are heavy as I wake up with my back against Jake's warm chest. The blankets have been pulled off by Ana in an attempt to wake us up. Jake groans, his lips inches from my ear.

"Come on you two, we've got things to do today!" Ana hops onto the bed and bounces around, trying to open our eyes.

"No..." I murmur into my pillow, trying effortlessly to push her off the mattress.

"Today is my day and you are not going to ruin it by sleeping in, okay?" Her voice is dangerously low. "So get your ass out of this bed before I switch out the cupcakes for mac and cheese with chocolate syrup drizzled on top."

Ana mentioning one of her disgusting pregnancy cravings make me spring out of Jake's arms, eager to protect the green and blue frosted cupcakes. Jake groans again, sitting up.

He's usually the morning person, but I guess I wouldn't want to leave the warmth of his arms. The November morning is chilly, the hardwood floors in my room practically freeze my toes as I walk towards the bathroom. I notice Jake sliding a shirt over his head before I close the door.

When I emerge, Jake has fully dressed in light blue jeans and a fancy white Polo Ralph Lauren button up shirt. He looks spiffy and I smile at his attire.

I walk up to him and fix his collar in the back, where it's flipped up.

"You look great," I say, admiring the fact that his muscular build still pops out under the fabric. Jake smirks.

"Princess, I always look good." He gestures to himself. I playfully slap his chest and turn to my closet where I pull a dress out of the very back. I haven't worn this dress since Ana took me to one of her mom's fancy dinners with the judge. It was a thin maroon beauty, with a lacy back and a split skirt. The skirt reached the floor and the sleeves were nonexistent. When I walked in it, one of my legs popped out. "Whoa."

Jake gawked at the dress, looking at me as if I was psycho.

"Why don't you ever wear this?" He asks.

"Well it's too formal for a teen party and I don't want to spill beer on it. It was expensive, you know." I explain, holding it up in front of me. "Hopefully it'll still fit."

I escape into the bathroom with a tan bra and a pair of Calvin Klein underwear, along with the dress. I change and, as cliche as it sounds, it fits like a glove. A spun a little bit in the long mirror, admiring how great it looks. I really should wear dresses more often, even if I have to shave my legs every day.

I quickly put some makeup on in the bathroom mirror, not messing with concealer or foundation or anything. I just bat on some mascara and call it good. Then, I put my hair up in a messy bun, trying hard to not make it look too messy.

When I go back into my room, Jake looks at me as if it's Christmas. His eyes pop open and his jaw drops. I feel my cheeks heat up as he forces his mouth closed.

"You look..." He draws off, looking for the right word. "Wow."

I bite my lip and walk over to him, letting him snake his arms around my waist and pull me against his chest. He takes his phone out of his back pocket and makes me face the full-length mirror on my door.