"When did we turn into that disgusting couple that is always with each other and are gushy and ew."
I asked Finn as we laid on the couch together.
"Love, we've always been this way."
Finn said, kissing my neck.
"Ew. It's disgusting,"
I said, sitting a little bit farther away from him.
"Since when you do you feel like this?"
Finn asked, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.
"Oh, come here you big baby."
I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"Seven months tomorrow."
Finn said, rubbing my bump.
"Yup. Now we gotta start the nursery and find a name. For the last time."
I said as I furrowed my brow.
"And what if I just can't keep my hands off you?"
Finn asked, rubbing my leg under the blanket.
"Then you better learn."
I said, slapping his hand.
"Because you aren't the one pushing babies out."
I said, smiling.
"Okay. Point taken."
Finn said, putting his hands up.
