| Ethan's POV |
Emma looks so peaceful as she sleeps in my arms, she always does. I wish I could just hold her like this forever and ever, so that she never has to cry or hurt again. It's the least she deserves.
She doesn't want to talk about it either, about the baby, and it's killing me not to tell Grayson. I don't know how she did it but she managed to convince me to keep my mouth shut.
"You're staring" she mumbles into the side of my bare chest, she brings her fingers up to draw upon my stomach.
"Mhm I'm allowed" I smirk back and she laughs too, loosing herself in the tracing she is doing.
We're silent for a while and it takes all my strength not to mention the elephant in the room but I bite down on my tongue.
"He's the size of a baked bean" she blurts out of the blue and it shocks me so much that I think I forget to breathe.
"You think it's a He?" I ask and she nods "I think it's a girl" I whisper back linking our hands together so that I can rub it with my thumb to calm her as we talk.
"I think you're wrong" she smirks with this fake pout plastered on her cute little face "I'm 7 weeks" she whispers and I watch as she stares down at her interlocked hands.
"What does that mean?" I ask knowing she understood what I meant even if my choice of words wasn't clear.
"It means that in the next week I'll have my first scan" she mumbles and I tear up just at the thought "I'm scared" she trembles and I pull her tighter into my side.
"I'm here, I'm always gonna be here" I promise and this time I mean it, no leaving, no nothing. Just me, Emma and our baby. Wow that sounds weird. "Holy fuck we're having a baby" I blurt and she sucks in her breath as if she's still in denial.
"Ethan-"
"No Emma, just stop and listen to how it sounds" I turn onto my side and cup her face between both my hands "we're having a baby, and you're gonna be a mommy and I'm gonna be a daddy and we're gonna have a family. Me, you and bean"
She giggles as her eyes gloss over and I know that it means she's actually processing it,
"Bean?" She giggles.
"Yeah, Bean" I chuckle "and she-"
"OR HE"
"She OR HE is going to be the cutest little thing. It'll be a mix of both of us, your cute little nose and my brown eyes. It'll have tiny feet and tiny hands and tiny... everything. And it'll be ours" I don't realise that I'm crying with happiness until a tear hits the corner of mouth and I can taste how salty it is.
"Health class should've taught us to stay away from this situation" she smiles and I have to blink another set of tears away.
"We started with a fake baby and now we're having a real one, Em" I bite down on my lip to try and keep my manly appearance but I start to cry and she allows me to bury my head into her chest.
"I love you" she whispers and I reluctantly allow my hand to find its way to her stomach up my baggy T-shirt she had slept in. She twitches at the cold contact but accepts it and finally her hand joins on top of mine.
"I want to confirm us" I blurt and she looks a little shocked.
"Really?" She asks and I nod looking back down at my large spanned hand upon her stomach and I sigh.
"Not you yet, Bean, just me and mommy" I coo and she giggles and slaps me away playfully.
"You're already acting weirddddddd" she sings and I chuckle and pull her gently on top of me with a wide grin, she's so beautiful I can stare at her all day.
"Would you like to pick the picture?" I offer passing her my phone, I don't even know whether we have any good photos but if she finds one she's happy with, then I'm happy.
She looks at my phone and shakes her head and passes it back to me.
"I have an idea" she squeals and I bite my lip and nod for her to spill "Do you trust me?" She asks and I nod again. This time she takes my phone and spends a little while, it looks like she's editing because her cute tongue is poking out.
Finally she passes me my phone, I pull up Instagram and notice the new video on my feed. I look across at her and then back down at my phone as I press play,
"Chambie I'm just gonna tell you, I love you, I just want to tell you without you being drunk. I'm serious, you drive me crazy. I know I'm leaving, baby, and I'm sorry but when you see this hopefully you'll be too happy to be mad at me. Come visit me, come love me, come live with me"
And the caption reads,
'She visited me, she loves me and now she's living with me <3'
My heart melts and I look up from my phone begging for myself not to cry again. I look down at her anxious face, her sweaty hands are clasped together as she waits for my reaction.
"It's perfect"
