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Chapter 35

Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became days, days became weeks, weeks turned to months. Getting closer to the special day.

John has been alert and more aware when it came to me and the baby. He is constantly checking up on me, doing everything for me, he didn't want me on my feet.

Which was difficult because I had to go the bathroom or because I needed something. It took a lot of reassurance for him, to let me to be able to move around and all that.

He would complain and whine when I tried to walk. Honestly, I find that cute than annoying.

"You need anything baby girl?" he asked.

"No. Just excited for little Wick to arrive" a soft giggle erupts from my lips.

"Same here" he smiles and gently lays himself down next to me.

"Thought of any names yet?" he asked.

"Hm. No but I want you to name the baby" I said.

I watched his expression change from calm and relaxed to shocked and panicked. It's rare that he shows this kind of emotions. John is not a man to show all his emotions or wear his heart on his sleeve.

"M-Me?" he seems nervous.

That's new.

"Well, I guess I have been thinking of some names recently" he stated.

"Sorry. This is all new territory to me" he says.

"Hey. It's okay to be nervous and excited about having a baby" I gently touched his cheek.

"Okay. Let's get to bed then. You need rest" he placed a gentle kiss on my head.

There he goes again, being cute and watching over me as always.

I smiled and shifted closer to him, I clinged to him immediately once I felt his body heat and soon drifted off in a peaceful slumber.

It didn't take long for the baby to start kicking again but it was hard and aggressive kicking. Like it was panicking, scared.

I groaned as I awaken from my slumber and gently rubbed my pregnant belly, watching the baby kick against my skin.

I looked after at John and saw his sleeping form. He looked exhausted but peaceful when he sleeps, I can't help but feel bad that he does everything for me for the past 9 months, well, almost 9 months.

I gently brushed some hair out of his face and watched him slowly open his eyes.

"What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping" he moans sleepily.

"Baby woke me up. Probably hungry again" I whispered.

He slowly pushed himself off the bed but I stopped him. He looked at my hand thats on his wrist then gave me a confused look.

"Don't go" I said.

"But your hungry so is the-"

"Don't worry about it. Come on, lay down by me"

He slowly lowers himself onto the bed and that's when the baby kicked once again. I held my stomach and almost immediately sat up.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, worried.

"Y-Yes. Little Wick is kicking a bit too hard" I groaned in pain.

Even though my back is turned to John, I could feel his eyes on me and I know he is worried, paranoid and confused as to what's happening.

That's when I figured it out. The baby is coming but I was 100% sure when my water broke.