How we Met |w.w.k {Editing}

Chapter 43

Kaylee's POV

*2 months later*

The wedding was already completely planned. Now we wait two months for the actual wedding. I'm not as fat as I thought I was going to be, probably because I was skinny before all of this. (picture above for visual) "Hello beautiful," He smiles. "Hi," I smile kissing his cheek. "How're my babies?" He asks. "We're good," I smile. "I'm talking about them," He laughs. "And they are apart of me. And we are all good," I smile. He rolls his eyes playfully at me. "A couple more weeks until we find out the gender," He smiles excitedly at me. "We should have a wedding shower," Weston smiles. "I don't think I want to," I shrug. He nods. "Ok," He says. I smile at the fact that he doesn't pry. "I love you," He smiles. "I love you too," I laugh looking at him. "You want to do something?" He asks. "No," I sigh. He nods. "Ok," He sighs. "I have to go out and get groceries because we are running low," He says looking at me. I nod. "Ok, I'll see you when you get back," I kiss his cheek softly. He nods and puts on his shoes before walking out the door. I've been really lazy. I don't like moving, don't like going out. I feel too fat. "I'm thinking about eating," I say rubbing my stomach. "What do you two think?" I ask looking down. "No?" I ask. I feel like I'm going insane, but there are tiny humans growing in my stomach. "How about going to sleep?" I ask. I nod and go into the bedroom, passing the nursery that had paints in it, on my way there. I step inside, looking at the yellow paint cans stacked in the corner. "I can't wait to see your guy's smiling faces," I smile rubbing my stomach. I make my way to the bedroom. I fall asleep quickly. I wake up hours later to the front door opening. Weston walks in and smiles. "Hey baby," He smiles. "We should paint the nursery," I say looking at him. He nods and smiles at me, probably happy that I've decided to move. I grab a sports bra and go to the bathroom to change. I walk out in that sports bra. Weston smiles at my bare stomach and puts his hand on it. "Hello babies," He smiles kissing the baby bump. "Ok let's go paint the nursery," I smile walking out of the room. Weston opens the paint and pouring it on the tray. I grab a roller and put paint on it and paint the walls. "Why did we choose yellow?" I ask looking at the color as it glides on the wall. "You chose it," He laughs. I nod and sigh. "Right," I laugh. We get the walls done in an hour and then go sleep on the bed, we don't wake up until the next morning.

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Should the next chapter skip to the wedding or should it continue the set up of the nursery? 

Sorry for the boring update.