Eighteen

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A/N: Okay guys, thanks for all your advice! I've decided to do bi-monthly chapters. Which means that each chapter will be a two-months time skip. In chapter seventeen, Kirstie was a month. So now, she's three months. Next chapter, she'll be five months. Etc. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

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Kirstie's POV

Ugh, morning sickness. More like all-day sickness. I hadn't gained much weight – thank God – but sickness was sucking ass. Mitch had been amazing, but... still. "Kirst, how are you feeling?" Speaking of Mitch...

"Fine, I guess..." I muttered, even though I felt nauseous and gross. "Mitchie?" I asked, right as he sat down. "Can I have soup?"

"I just sat down." He protested.

I pouted.

He didn't move.

I pointed at my stomach.

He sighed.

"You want chicken or tomato?"

I smiled. "Chicken please!"

Pregnancy benefit number one: You will always get your way.

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Three movies and a bowl of soup later, I felt super tired. Except I didn't want to move. "Mitchie?"

"Hmm?" He asked, not taking his eyes from the TV.

"I'm tired."

"So sleep."

"I'm uncomfortable."

I was expecting him to tell me to go in the bedroom, but instead, he picked me up bridal style and carried me. He laid me down on the bed and started to walk away, but I held onto his hand. "Stay?"

"Sure." He crawled into bed next to me. I scooted over and laid my head on his chest. "Comfy?" He chuckled.

"Very... you're a good pillow..." I said through a yawn. After a while, I fell asleep.

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