What I Want, When I Want

CHAPTER 17.

*the third trimester*

I'm eight-and-a-half months and I feel like there's a huge balloon about to pop in my stomach. My feet are super swollen, and you don't even want to know what's going on with my nipples. At this point, I'm ready for my child to come on out asap. I've been more moody than I've ever been on my period, and everything is uncontrollable. Santo calls me.

"Pregnant lady, come open the door." he said laughing.

"Ugh. You come over enough, I don't know why we don't have a key already made for you. Hold on, babe." I hung up. When I opened the door, I was greeted with Santo bearing gifts. He had a carriage, pacifiers, toys, and everything else a baby needs. (and chocolate covered strawberries for me). "Santo come on you know you didn't have to-"

"Shhhhh, mi amor." he kissed me. "I wanted to. It's my job to spoil you and my kid." I blushed at hearing him say the words "my kid". It made me ecstatic to know that I was being supported by such a wonderful man at such a young age.