Time Never Stops

Chapter Thirteen: Look at that Bump

Word Count: 2574

(Y/F/S): Your Favorite Store

"What can I do for you that would make today easier on you?" Tom asks while we finish up eating breakfast. Today, Dan and Phil were coming over to record a co-lab; however, I didn't tell them what we were doing today.

"There isn't anything you need to do, unless you want to set up my v-log camera in front of the fireplace so I can record my intro. Besides that, we are going to go over the game plan on what we are doing then we are headed to buybuy Baby."

I watch as Tom's eyes go wide, "Wait, was I supposed to come with you for that."

"I was hoping you would drive us," I mutter, taking a sip of my smoothie.

Tom looks sheepishly at me, "Harrison and the twins are supposed to be here in twenty minutes, they wanted to go out and practice our swings. I completely forgot you were going out today."

"Its okay, we could always Uber-".

"No, I can drive you three." He states, squeezing my hand on the table. "Hey, maybe the boys can come and join the challenge?" He suggests, as I squeeze his hand back before standing to put our empty plates in the sink.

"If you can convince the boys, I would be happy to have them join." I laugh, walking back over to him, settling into his lap, and wrapping my arms around his neck as his find their home around my waist, "As long as they take it seriously."

"I cannot say that they will, but we can hope," he chuckles, looking at me. "Why don't you go take a shower, I will let the boys know the plan."

I let out a soft hum before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. I stand carefully and grab my smoothie before walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs, Tessa following close on my heels.

After spending time taking a shower, I hop out and swipe at the mirror with my hand to temporarily remove the condensation to find my reflection looking back at me. I only glance at her in the mirror, deciding to leave the room as I squeeze my hair in my towel, walking out of the ensuite into the bedroom. I discard my towels into dirty clothes basket to be washed. I cock my head to the doorbell going off, hearing loud shouting to signal that the Holland brothers and Harrison had arrived. I roll my eyes as I brush my hair out and fluffing it around my face before walking back to the closet to figure out what to wear.

I groan as I try on a pair of ¾ length pants, they don't fit. I spend the next ten minutes back and forth trying to find clothes that do.

"Love, Dan and Phil are here." Tom calls, opening the door when her hears me groan in response. "You alright?"

I turn and look at him only dressed in just my underwear, a robe still placed over my shoulders. "I have a problem."

Tom chuckles, "What's your problem?" He is looking at me in amusement.

"None of my pants fit anymore. I didn't think I had gotten that big yet, have I?" I ask looking at him with a pout placed on my lips.

Tom shakes his head as he walks over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist before pressing a reassuring kiss to my forehead where the skin is creased. "No, love." He places a hand over my bump, rubbing his thumb across the skin, "The baby is just growing." He smiles at me before he moves to his side of the closet, pulling down a pair of gray joggers. "Why not try these, baby girl?"

I take them from him and carefully pull them on, sighing at the fact that they fit better than my own clothes. "Yay, they actually fit." I groan, letting Tom tie the strings before he places a kiss to my forehead again. "I need to ask your Mum if she will go with me to find maternity clothes because my pants don't fit anymore."