You walked slowly through the kitchen as you rubbed your growing belly. You were six months pregnant with your first child and you were already very exhausted. It was quite a tiring ordeal with your body because you had always been a sickly person. You sighed as you felt a wave of fatigue wash over you.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" Gina, your chef inquired politely.
"Uh, yes, I am," you smiled weakly as you continued to rub your belly. "Janet is coming over today at around ten...will you be able to make us a little something to eat then?" you ask softly.
"Of course!" Gina smiles as she walks off further into the kitchen.
You slowly walk into the living room, lower yourself onto the sofa and breathe out gently. You were trying to be as gentle as you could with your baby - there was no telling whether it was going to be weak or strong although both you and Michael hoped it would be strong.
You looked at your watch and noted that the time was nine. In an hour you would finally have some company. It had gotten pretty lonely since Michael was on tour and you hardly ever spoke to anyone except for that staff in the house - which...gets monotonous over time.
You closed your eyes as you let your mind wander to the one thing you desperately craved for.
Michael.
You thought about how much you missed his soft hands and his loving nature. You missed his gentle voice every morning telling you how much he loved you and how much he needed you. You missed his overprotective stance whenever he saw you upset and how he would always chase after you when you walked out following an argument.
You rubbed your stomach slowly and lovingly as you whispered. "We're going to be all right baby," you look at your stomach and smile, "Soon enough daddy is going to be done with his tour and then he'll be here with us," you smile softly as a tear falls down your cheek. "Just four more months," you sigh as you let your mind conjure up Michael's image. "Four more months," you repeat quietly as you lean your back against the sofa.
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"(Y/N)!"
A sharp voice wakes you up from your slumber and you realize that you'd fallen asleep on the sofa.
"Janet," you smile groggily as you attempt to stand and greet her.
"Uh-uh," she says, making a gesture as if to say no. "Carol told me that you've been really weak throughout this whole pregnancy...so you stay put," she giggles as she walks over and hugs you gently.
"Yeah," you sigh softly as she sits down next to you.
"So, how are you (Y/N)? It's been so long since we last had time together like this!" she squeals.
"Yeah," you frown in realization, "How long has it been?" you chuckle.
"Four years and two months," she states as she shakes her head.
"How do you remember that?" you stare in amazement.
"(Y/N)!" Janet widens her eyes playfully, "The last time we had a proper conversation was the night before you got married. Remember? You didn't want the whole bachelorette party," she made air quotes around 'bachelorette party'
"Oh yeah!" you giggle fondly, "I just wanted a heart to heart conversation with my maid of honor," you shake your head.
"And a heart to heart conversation you received indeed," she smirks. "Remember all the things I mentioned about Michael?" she wiggles her eyebrows cheekily.
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