You and Me, Forever

Three Makes A Family [3]: Hello World

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Riding with Shawn has changed now.

Shawn is very touchy, feely, and clingy; it's just his personality.

So the norm when riding passenger with Shawn was his hand touching me in some way. Usually it rested on my left thigh, occasionally he'd actually want to hold my hand, and on those nights, the sexy ones, that hand and those fingers would crawl up under my dress and tease me the whole ride home.

Now that I'm pregnant, and he's extra protective, his hand stays splayed out on my stomach. It's comical at the moment, since I'm not showing at all, and his hand is just resting on my belly.

He also makes sure he's very focused.

Before it would be jamming with the music up loud, belting out lyrics back and forth to each other. Having small dance battles in our seats. Kisses at stop lights and teasing here and there.

Now? Now the radio doesn't go up past 12. The first time I tried to lean over for a kiss he politely declined but smiled at me, and the second time I tried he flat out told me 'No'.

"No Camila, I'm driving."

"That's never stopped you before." I pouted, leaning closer to my door.

"You weren't pregnant before." He mumbled, flexing his fingers on my belly.

"How does that change anything?" I snapped, whipping my head over to look at him.

"I need you safe, it was fun to be daring and risky before. But you're pregnant, we can't do that anymore. This shit is serious, I can't let anything happen to you, I don't know what I'd do with myself if something happened while I was behind the wheel."

I rolled my eyes, looking out the window.

I was quiet the rest of the drive and he knew I was upset but he honestly didn't care. He needed Camila and his baby safe, and he'd do whatever it took to make sure we were. So if that meant he got the silent treatment for the rest of the drive then so be it, at least Camila was safe.

He's standing by the door, zipping his jacket up before looking up to see me come around the corner, holding my shoes by my fingertips.

"Ready?" He asks with a bright smile.

"I'm nervous, is that bad?" I ask as I sit and slip my shoes on.

"No it's not bad, it's normal. I'm nervous too, but I'm more excited."

"I'm excited, don't get me wrong, but I'm just nervous. I just want them healthy."

"Me too, but you're healthy. Nothing's been weird or funky, so I'm confident that everything is okay." He nods, holding a hand out and helping me stand.

"Yeah true." I sigh, leaning into him as he hugs me.

"It's okay," He whispers, kissing my temple and holding me for a second. "But I don't wanna be late, so let's get going."

I huff and follow him to the Jeep. He opens my door and kisses my cheek before closing the door.

When I leave the driveway his hand reaches over and plants itself on my stomach. His left leg is bouncing up and down and I notice it immediately.