Chapter 11 (not edited)

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*Zoes POV*25 weeks pregnant

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*Zoes POV*
25 weeks pregnant.
I woke up suddenly to the smell of delicious pancakes. Yum!, it's smells so good. I got out of bed and headed downstairs. I turn the corner and walk into the kitchen, I see Sam making up a huge stack of pancakes. "Morning beautiful". Sam says with a huge grin on his face.

"Morning." I reply. "What's all this for?"

"Well l, I knew you would wake up hungry so I thought I would make breakfast for us". He says showing me the stack of pancakes.

"Thanks you." I say while kissing him on the cheek. He puts the plate on the table and we both sit down. The pancakes were decorated with a mountain of whipped cream with rainbow sprinkles on top. Sam took his fork and fed me a piece. It was so yummy! After we ate our breakfast I took the plates and placed them in the sink.

"No, I'll do that" Sam says rushing to me.

"It's ok, I can do it. You've done so much anyway." I reply.

"Please" he insisted. "Your pregnant, I don't want you to stain yourself."

"Fine" I sighed.

Walked over to the couch and watched the love of my life washing the dishes. After he finished he came and joined me on the couch. I stood up to go get a glass of water. I suddenly felt a small pressure in my abdomen, I stood in my tracks which got Sam concerned. He quickly rushed over to be by my side. I felt it again, but this time it was a lot stronger. I placed my hand on my belly. "Zoe are you ok!?!" He says concerned. "Is it the baby, what's wrong!?!". He takes my arm and leads to the couch. I giggle. "What is it!?!" He says confused.

"I'm pretty sure the baby's kicking" I say with a huge smile on my face. His face lit up and he stared at my belly.

"Are you serious?" He puts his hand on my belly where the baby is kicking. Again I felt the strange pressure. He smiled so wide. "Wow" He says. Tears start forming in my eyes. "What does it feels like?" He asks.

"It kinda feels like someone is poking me from the inside, if that makes sense" I explain. We both giggle, he looks back up at me and kisses me softly on the lips.

"I love you so much." He says.

"I love you too."

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