Bechloe - No, Not Much

Chapter VIII

Chloe's POV

Beca's pregnancy is going along well. She's now seven months pregnant and I'm so proud of her. She's come so far and she's so strong. I would never be able to do what she's doing. Right now, Beca and I are going for a walk since we haven't been out in a while. Beca's still a bit self-conscious of her figure but I have to keep telling her that she's beautiful and that the world isn't going to make fun of her because she's pregnant. It's not like she's the first pregnant woman that's ever existed.

"See? Isn't this nice?" I say as we walk.

"Yeah, it's not too bad. It's a nice day."

"It's a beautiful day!"

"What's that smell?" Beca asks and I focus on the smells around me but I can't smell anything in particular until the smell that Beca is practically drooling over hits me.

"Smells like freshly made doughnuts to me," I answer.

"Oh my God... I need some. NOW."

"Alright, well, how about I go get you a pack while you sit? I won't be long."

"It's okay, I can get them."

"No, it's fine. Sit."

Beca purses her lips at me and I can tell that she's trying hard not to smile.

"Fine," she says, sitting down on a nearby bench.

"Good. I'll be right back," I smile then head over to the doughnut stand.

Mm, they do smell good. Should I get a six pack or a twelve pack? I'm only saying twelve because when Beca has a craving she has a full-on craving. I'm not talking about eating a big packet of chips or a big sandwich or something like that. No, if Beca is craving something then that particular something will be sold out everywhere. If I let Beca get her own doughnuts they'd all be gone and the vendor would be out of business. It still surprises me how someone as small as Beca can eat so much.

I quickly reach the front of the line and order a twelve pack to be safe. I'll be lucky to get one if I'm honest. Once I get the pack, I turn around and make my way over to Beca but I freeze in my tracks and nearly drop the doughnut box when I see her talking to someone I never thought I'd see.

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Beca's POV

I sit down on the park bench as Chloe walks off to get me some doughnuts. I hope she gets some for herself but knowing her she will. She may be small but she sure eats a lot and still manages to rock a good figure. I'm worried that with all of my eating that I'll lose the nice figure I had. I blame a lot of my body changes on being pregnant but I guess we'll find out what I did myself when this thing is out of me.

It's a nice day today and I'm glad that Chloe convinced me to go out. I haven't been out like this in a while and our apartment was getting a bit too small for me. These past few months have gone faster than I thought they would but with Chloe, everything goes fast. She makes life so much easier and I don't know what I'd do without her. I'm still yet to talk to her about what she'll do when the baby arrives in two months time. I'm trying not to freak out about it but with each passing day, the more and more I think about it and the more frightened I become. I really don't want to freak Chloe out when I ask her... IF I ask her... God, I wish I wasn't so scared but I don't think it's too unreasonable for me to ask her, right? She's done so much for me already so asking if she'll help raise the baby with me won't be too much... Right?

I mean, she's helped me out heaps through this pregnancy and I have no idea where I'd be without her. She's been with me for seven months, going on eight soon, and she's just going to leave? I don't blame her for wanting to leave but... Chloe and I have made a bond - we act like a married couple. All of our friends think so and I'm pretty sure a lot of people think that we ARE a married couple. Chloe frets over me as if she's the father of my baby and I act like her wife when it comes to not worrying about things, not making a fuss, and so on.