editing ; e.n.

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Ethan's POV
It's been about five or six weeks since Belle got pregnant. A little bump had started forming, about the size of a grapefruit. I would always smile but be enraged because of how the baby was conceived. I would want to get up, find Leo and beat the shit out of him. But Belle always calmed me down, just by laying her hand on top of mine. I loved it. Sometimes when we were just sitting around, I would hold her hand in mine while she was leaning on me with her head on my chest. It's something I will cherish for my entire life.

Belle had moved into my apartment saying she would leave soon, but she didn't. To be honest, I didn't mind it I loved having her here. Everything was more lively and my videos were the best they've ever been. People have been suspecting that I had a girlfriend because Belle made appearances in a few of my videos. I kept telling everyone that we weren't dating but they did their thing and ships sailed.

One Sunday afternoon, Belle and I had a lazy day. We took time to just relax and spend time together. Belle had the idea to do face masks and a bunch of other things so I decided to vlog it. Belle started talking about how she makes her own face mask. I, obviously, was fascinated by it. She also told me that it's edible. Being the child I am, I took some on my finger and put it in my mouth. I looked at her and she started laughing.

As soon as the mixture hit my tongue, a huge burst of sour came. I took out my finger and made a face. "How the hell are you supposed to eat this! It's so sour!" I yelled. Belle simply giggled. "You know I like sour stuff." She said as she took a dollop of the mixture and ate it like it was nothing. I rolled my eyes and we laughed.

After we were done the face mask, I turned my camera off and we sat on the couch and enjoyed each other's presence. She put on the Beauty and the Beast movie that was remade. I remember that Belle was her favourite princess because they shared a name. "Hey..." I whispered and she looked up at me. "What does Belle mean again?" She smiled a little.

"Beautiful." I looked at her, confused. I mean, she was beautiful. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "It's French." She said. "For example, Tu est belle or beau for a guy." The way she spoke French always made me melt. I nodded, smiling down at her. We went back to watch the movie and I kissed the top of her head making her move in closer to me.

When the movie ended, I looked down at her and saw she was fast asleep. A smile grew on my face. I got up carefully so I didn't wake her. I picked her up with one arm cradling her head and the other underneath her knees. I took her to her room and laid her down on her bed. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead, "Goodnight." I whispered trying not to sound creepy. I walked out, turning the lights off and closing the door.

I went back to my room and changed into pyjama pants and took of my shirt. I turned off the lights and got into my bed. As I got comfy in my covers I looked through the window. The lights of the city looked like fallen stars. The longer I looked, the more tired I got, soon enough I feel fast asleep.
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I woke up, seeing the most beautiful sunrise. I sat up, stretching my arms and revealing my bare chest. A cold breeze hit my chest and I decided to wear a shirt. As I was making my bed, I heard a scream.

I ran to Belle's room expecting a bug or spider but, I saw something completely different. Blood.