Hidden Identity

Chapter 32

TATUM🌺

2 months pregnant

"Mama hurry up!" Beckham yells from the bedroom. "We're going to be late for our own dinner."

I can feel the tears slipping from my eyes as I look at the dresses surrounding me on the floor. I don't know what to wear and it's frustrating.

"Baby why aren't you dressed?" Beckham asks as he walks into the closet.

When I turn to him and find him already dressed, my tears begin to flow faster. "I'm sorry," I whisper. I don't even want to go to dinner anymore.

His brows pinch and he quickly walks up to me and pulls me into his arms.

"Hey Mama, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Don't cry," He coos, stroking my hair and placing kisses to my forehead.

"I can't find a stupid dress," I cry into his shirt.

I push him off when he laughs at me, causing more tears to fall. "That's not funny." I pout.

These babies are messing with my emotions and I have no way to control them. Beckham definitely isn't helping he either does something ridiculously sweet that makes me want to cry or something annoying that also makes me want to cry. Everything makes me want to cry.

Beckham pulls me closer once again and places a soft kiss to my lips. "Ok, it's not funny. Tell me what's wrong."

"I just don't want them to see my bump until we officially tell them." I'm not huge but my belly has gotten firmer and my bump is beginning to show.

He kisses my ear and looks around the floor of the closet, pulling back and picking up a yellow dress with white flowers. "How about this one? It has all this flowy stuff and you won't even be able to see the beautiful bump on your stomach."

I nod. What would I do without him?

"Now no more crying. Only happy tears, okay?" He says wiping my face. This only makes more tears fall because I have such a great boyfriend, whom I do not deserve.

He pulls me into a warm embrace stroking, my bare back as I revel in the moment. This isn't the first time I've ever been overcome with emotions. Happens at least once a week and Beckham deals so well with it.

"I love you," I whisper pulling back and wiping my face, now that the tears have stopped.

"I know you do," he replies, pulling my dress over my head.

"You don't love me?" Tears begin to fill my eyes again, and it's really annoying because I now feel like I have no control of my insecurities that are tampering with my emotions that are already on overdrive because of the baby hormones.

Immediately he pulls me back into his arms, holding me tight. "I'm sorry baby. I love you so much, more than anything, and I love our babies." His hands begin to drag over my hips. "And for some reason it turns me on, knowing that you are pregnant with my kids."

"You have a pregnancy fetish now," I tease wiping my eyes for hopefully the last time.

"Only for you. Now Mama, lets go to dinner."

I place another kiss to his lips. "Start the car, Daddy."

He chuckles and walks out of the closet. I follow after him grabbing my purse and phone before heading downstairs and to the garage. Beckham quickly helps me into the car, then goes back around to the drivers side and pulls out of the garage.

When we arrive to the restaurant, Beckham helps me out of the car, then leads me to the entrance. I hold his hand tightly as we make our way to the entrance of my favorite restaurant, Lock & Grill.