You Changed Me

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^these look good af rn sksks

Yeah yeah ik it's been 2000 years later since I've updated this book💀😭😭😭❤

♡~few months later into the new year, baby shower~♡

Robyn's POV

"This is no laughing matter Christopher! I'm serious! I'm scared! I have approximately 9-"

"Baby, I know! I know we only have some days left until the due date, but there's nothing to be nervous about! You've gave birth 4 times! 4 times! What can you be scared of??" Chris dramatically sticks his four fingers in my face as if I didn't know my numbers, and the dumb question of what I could be scared of. Boy bye. I'm sorry, but he's never had to be in my shoes and give birth before so he doesn't understand how it makes me feel inside! 4 times were a success, but I still scare myself with endless possibilities of different kinds of pregnancy mishaps.

"What can I be scared of?" I add emphasis to the "I" as Chris slowly nods.

"I didn't think you'd ask such a question that's pure common sense & basic knowledge but uh- okay! Let's start with the basics baby! First, our babygirl could turn out to have a big ass forehead like me-"

"Mommy! Time to come downstairs now!" Elyse came running into our bedroom, and Chris put her over his shoulders, using the other free hand to help me out of bed that I've been in for hours after getting dressed up. I sigh, praying this pregnancy to be done & over with asap and we can finally get back to work in the studio. Angela and I are going to work out a fair schedule when Chris goes on tour, and I do too, or if we plan a tour together, the new times when we'll be home, when to expect us, and everything else came with that package of the Brown family we are.

Chris held my hand while Elyse giggles and hangs on tightly to Chris' head as we make down a flight of stairs. The walking exercise will push me further to get Chloe out sooner. It's lovely & sweet to be lucky enough to have such a loving husband that's cautious, patient, and caring throughout the pregnancy journey and treats me like a queen. I thank him every day for all the wonderful things he does that he doesn't necessairly have to. Especially the extra little things, or assuming those cravings were coming and automatically knew before I could ask and tell him. I'm just so hormonal that it worries me if something I say is ever too harsh or sarcastic to hurt his heart of gold. I mean, it shouldn't, because that's me; the potato pregnant Robyn from another planet! Plus, it's more around this time when it occurs of my moodiness and irritation. I hate going through the cycle of the minimal weeks left before the due date arrives, until the baby pops out and it's a joyous occasion. The process is stressing and hardwork!