Just Him & I

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For the rest of the night, we sat together on the sofa. In the end, we both ended up cooking dinner as we couldn't argue against each other. Every so often, Will would kiss my hands, "Baby? How you feeling?" He whispered, coving us in the blanket. "I'm fine, you don't have to keep asking" I giggled and kissed his arm or any skin I had access to. Will laughed and tightened his grasp around my stomach, making me sink into him. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. We were perfect for each other. I lived for moments like this, our heartbeats synchronised and so did our breathing. Nothing could tear us apart. The next step was the pregnancy, getting baby equipment, baby clothes, maternity clothes, baby proof the flat, everything we needed. Will had being trying to get a proper job for ages, he had a small apprenticeship down at the local garage, earning enough to pay a bit of my rent for the flat. Down at the café, it's good pay so I'm going to try and get a job for him there. Plus I'll be having maternity leave in a couple months so he'll have to work twice as hard for himself, me and our baby. Our family.