Him ; Bastille

Kitty's Mum Clothes ; 34

"Back!" I shout as soon as I open the front door. I mean I could do the classic 'honey I'm home' routine but...I'm not into all that cliché shit. What you see is what you get with me...

"Thank god I need your opinion!" She never wants my opinion. Oh my god I'm actually terrified. I mean...okay? Fine. I guess I'll- "where are you?" I shout. She sounds like she's in the kitchen but there's an echo like she's upstairs. "Bedroom!" I mean I was right she is upstairs.

I climb the stairs after I take my jacket off and sling it on the pole post. I then see Kitty admiring herself in the bedroom floor length mirror. "What?" I almost laugh looking at her in this...stupid baggy shirt. "Is this mom appropriate clothing?" I mean it has rainbows and unicorns on it. Not to mention the blue pastel colour. "Yeah. But like 80s try hard mum..." with that Kitty jumps excitedly up and down.

Kitty has defied pregnancy. She's meant to be all sleepy and achy...but she is full of fucking energy. "What are you doing?" She laughs as I undo the buttons of the shirt one by one. "Dan?" She says in confusion again as I stop and sigh. "I just want to see how far long she is now." At sixteen weeks you can find out your babies sex. Some say that it's estimated because if you're having a boy it might take longer for their...boy parts to develop. But most people know that the sixteen week scan is accurate.

But we've had two scans a few weeks apart and she is definitely a she.

"Freak." With that we both literally snort at the same time. I mean...we're nearly eleven years strong and not bored f each other yet. Fuck what other people say, marriage is awesome. "Karolina, she is just a baby. I want to see her." I point to her bump which is hiding through the baggy top. "Daniel" — I crack a smile — "you're not seeing her. You're seeing my stomach." I roll my eyes, this is the only thing which I don't like — her being difficult all the time. It's annoying.

"But she is in your stomach." With that Kitty makes an happy sounding 'oh' sound. As she unbuttons her shirt all the way to the top, leaving her in her sports bra. "Wow." I whisper. "Haha, lets just brag about the literal fucking elephant in the room!" I close my eyes for a second, maybe two.

"When was the last time she had a moving session?" Normally Kitty complains when our daughter moves around too much. "Right now..." Kitty whispers as I put my hand under bump. "Not there!" She laughs as I make an 'oh sound." Look." With that I stand behind her as she places it on the most where our baby is moving, "can you feel?" I nod my head. "It never gets old does it?" Kitty smiles as she rests her head back on my shoulder. "No. It really doesn't." Kitty whispers. For a second I just look at us in the mirror. It's definitely a sight that I never would've thought I'd see.

Me, my wife and our daughter. It sounds horribly tedious but I really do love them with all of my heart. Bastille can go and fuck itself, I'd rather be with my family. I mean the boys aren't too happy that I'm here and not in England. Last time I heard anything was from this morning, Mark and Beau threatening to come to my place. I mean Beau hasn't showed up yet...plus he lives in California. We're in Long Island. I think it was all talk. No way is Mark Crew flying over to America to tell me off. What's he going to do? Make me record even more songs that I don't want to record?!

After a couple of seconds. In silent, Kitty gracefully turns around and kisses me. I close my eyes instantly and just hug her. "I'm terrified something is going to go wrong." She really is a try hard mum. "Aw..." my voice trails off as she buries her head into my chest. "Everything goes wrong with us Dan...everything." I need to remind her of the all the luck we've been having the past couple of months. "She's going to be okay. I mean...look she's growing...moving...probably deliberately being a pain in the arse. I mean she has us for parents — who can fucking blame her." With that, through her glittery Instagram filter-like tears, Kitty cracks a laugh. She then nods her head before throwing her arms around my shoulders and latches onto me like a sloth hooks onto a tree. It's a famous Kitty position.

"What's this for?" I confusedly ask embarrassing the cuddle. "I know what you did." She whispers as I feel my own heartbeat fasten a little. "I know what you're risking...with Bastille...just for me and her...the drafted 'fuck your contract I'm leaving' letter to Virgin Records..."

Fuck!