Forever Never Lasts [✔]

I Need

//Read the prologue on my husbands Wattpad!~  _BearOx_ //

There is no better feeling than the movement of life inside of you.

  I never really wanted kids. I don't know how to handle them and all they do is whine and cry every second, I don't know the workings of them. I always told people I never wanted kids, adopted or not. I didn't see enough of a future with anyone to want a child. 

  But now? I want a kid. I want one bad and well..

My husband said I should do a small chapter on it. Here goes nothing baby.

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  Rolling over in the morning to my sleeping husband was great. I looked over him slowly. His well defined upper lip, pouty looking nose. The freckles that spotted his face randomly, the eyelashes darker then black satin, and hair a mess from both sleep and the small cuddle/fight we had the previous night. He was like a dark prince, but so, so much more angelic looking. 

  As I lowered my eyes, my eyes landed on the swollen, rounded belly. His belly piercing has been taken out due to the fact the stretching made the piercing look not so good. I gently ran my hand around the side of his stomach, sitting up and moving closer as I tried to feel for our child. It took a bit of searching, but I finally found the heaviest part of the bump, and then I felt a kick. Jasper groaned as he probably felt it, but I was to mesmerized to care as I caressed his swollen stomach. 

  When Jasper opened his eyes, I hadn't noticed until I finally looked up, and I nearly lost my breathe. He stared down at me with the most heart melting, adoring eyes that I loved the most, his brown eyes told stories. The small smile on his lips lit his tired face up like no other. If I hadn't been so fascinated, I could probably cry with both love and just how much he meant to me. 

  He laid his hand atop mine, squeezing it gently before letting go and moving to get up. 

  I was out of my side of a bed in a jiffy, holding my hands out for him to grasp, and pulling him to his feet, his swollen belly swollen and causing much difficulty in his movement. I kept a hand tight in his, helping him waddle into the bathroom smiling.

  I always helped him shower, brush his teeth and especially shave. It took a good hour in a half before we were finish, but either way, it made me happy to call him my husband, and to be able to wash him like he was a diamond in the rough (If you know the reference, I love you). 

  I also helped him get dressed. He was a bit upset with the fact that he sized up a bit (a lot) due to his swollen stomach, but in the end we laughed it off and we loved it all in all. Walking down the stairs was the worst for him, but I kept a tight hold on his hand to help him down, though he at times wasn't fond of this. Always said he could do things on his own as well. 

  At times he had angry, sad or just randomly hysterical mood swings, but I was not splitting from him when all I could do is look at the swollen belly that I loved all these 7 months, and then look at the wielders face, whether it be splotched with anger and stained with tears, and I fall in love all over again. 

  I helped him around the kitchen as much as I could before I was forced to just wrap my arms around his waist from behind, and watch him closely. I had never felt such a strong need to love, cherish and to protect him in my life. Every breathing moment I wanted to be touching him, making sure he was there, whole, alive, unhurt. It was a must.

   By the end of his making of breakfast, I was wrapped around him from behind, my hands splayed over his lower stomach as I whisper how much I love him into his ear, which in return he just smiled and whispered he loved me too, kissing me after the words were spoken.

  I was in heaven. 

  Nothing could make me give up such a thing. 

  After breakfast, after my constant nagging on how it was cold outside, and my constant nagging to bundle him up, we had finally managed to get out the door to go to the local store. We were doing what we've been doing at least 5 times a month. Looking into stores to find new things.

  I had bundled him up, even with his slight argument on it. I didn't need him having a cold. We left the house, hand in hand, laughing with smiles on our faces. Every time we went to search for things for our child, it seemed like whatever we bought, we automatically gained an emotional connection with. 

  By the time we would leave the store, we would have bags upon bags of things, and when we got home? Jasper got his stool and started decorating away. I could watch him do it all day. He was always so eager to decorate and loved doing it. It was adorable in every shape and/or form.

  Of course, it never took long for him to get tired, his feet and ankles becoming sore.

Never in my life had I been so excited to massage my husband's feet and ankles in my life.

I never wanted to escape from this heaven I had thought I would never have.