It was almost two months after I found out I was pregnant with dans child. Our parents knew and boy where they ferious, but now they seem a bit excited that was have a little one on the way. Dans mom even has baby fever.
As of now, my room had a queen sized bed, as did dans, and my closet was big enough to turn into a room. Dans however was not. they just turned their small office into a nursery.
Living arrangements where easy. Four days out of one week we would spend at dans and he would drive us to school as his parents watched our child and the other three days would be spend at my house and I would drive us as my parents watched our child.
We would alternate every week making sure our child gets the same exact time with our child.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" I groaned from the living room of my house.
"What?" He said peeking his head through the door. "Eggos?" I said with puppy dog eyes. I've been craving Eggo waffles ever since I found out I was pregnant.
Dan rolled his eyes as he disappeared again back into the kitchen. "Why can't you crave something else we have. Like, I dunno frozen dinners from three years ago?" I heard Dan say from the kitchen. "Hm, you know it could be much worse. I've read the some pregnant women crave the blood of their baby daddy" I said with a slight giggle. "Wait what?" He stormed into the living room frightfully with a frozen waffle in his hand. I sniggered. "Y/n not funny!" He said pointing the waffle at me then walking back towards the kitchen.
"Hey when is the next appointment?" He asked. I picked up the remote and changed the channel since the anime I was watching was making me dizzy. " a week from Wednesday, why?" I ask scrolling through the channels. None really seemed to satisfied me so I just turned it to a medical documentary.
"Mum wanted to know if we where going to find out the gender" he said making his way back in the living room.
"I mean yeah if you want to know." I said readjusting myself and my slightly grown belly.
"What? You're not going to find out?" He asked me as he was pulling the throw-blanket that I had in my feet. He pulled it over his lap. I cocked an eyebrow and put my feet on his lap. "Yes, of course I'm going to find out. What I meant was if you want to know you and find out with me. Now rub my feet." I said laying my head back on a pillow watching the tv as Dan reached over, grabbed the bottle of lotion and massaged my feet. "Why do I have to rub them?" He complained. I knew he said it jokefully and he didn't mind caring for me. He just didn't want to seem like a soft caring person. You know you learn a lot about a person when you carry their child.
"Cause you forgot the rubber. Now you're going to rubber my feet" I said laughing so hard at my joke. Dan found it hard not to laugh, but not because it was funny, because it was dumb. "What the fuck? That so stupid. Officially the worst pun ever" he said laughing along with me and gently squeezing and pulling my feet. I moaned at the feeling. It usually didn't feel this good. He kept massaging my feet till a slight ding from the kitchen broke me out of the trance I was in.
Dan dried his hands on a towel and gently pushed my feet to the side of him as he got up to get my waffles. I slightly shut my eyes as the smell of warm waffles filled my nose. "Syrup or no syrup?" He asked me his voice echoed from the kitchen. "No syrup love" I hummed. my eyes stilled closed I could hear him bring my waffles to me.
"Here you go pretty lady." He handed me a plate and then a bottle of something.
I cocked my eyebrow. "It's got electrolytes and a lot of other vitamins and minerals and then it infuses with your breast milk and makes it healthy for the baby. Mum said it's great to have." He kissed my temple as I read the paper around the plastic bottle.
"Just drink it" he said resting a hand on my stomach slightly rubbing it.
The thought that he's going to be an amazing dad ran through my head. Cause he cared so much for him. Him? Yeah... Him...
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There will be two more parts cause I just felt like doing a part series.
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