52

Rose
"Change your fucking clothes before I pin you against that wall and destroy you."
Bending over, I stared into the mirror, I rubbed my coated lips together before applying another layer of magenta lipstick across my full lips.
I glanced one last time at my makeup before standing up straight and turning. I leaned against the table and sighed, rolling my eyes. "I'm not changing my clothes-"
He scoffed loudly, "you call them clothes? They're pieces of fabric on your sexy ass body - which belongs to me and no one else needs to see it. You're getting changed."
I grew annoyed and glared hard at him. "Sheesh, Cris. I'll wear what I want. In fact, who the hell did you just kill?"
"What do you mean?" He innocently asked which irritated me even more.
"Oh, you know, the person you shot ten minutes ago behind the building? I'm not stupid, Cristiano!"
Cristiano rolled his eyes, tossing his phone on the bed. "You don't need to know. Change. Your. Clothes. Now."
I scowled at him, folding my arms as I huffed. "I've pissed ten times and its only the morning. Every single time I've went to pee, it's been tiny parts which is irritating the hell out of me. I've threw up every single damn day for a week and I don't like the same foods I used to. You won't let me eat junk and I'm constantly feeling nauseous and ill. I am not in a good mood, Cris, so don't fucking test me."
Then he chuckled deeply, his eyes scanning my body. "There's one thing you should know about me, Rose."
I raised an eyebrow, giving him my best challenging look.
"I always get my way."
So, I ended up leaving the bedroom with some baggy leggings trousers with a matching black crop top and a slap against my butt.
I was surprised the man had even let me wear a crop top that showed my stomach - my growing stomach.
"R-oooseee. ."
I rolled my eyes and turned, a familiar sexy man approaching me. He went down in front of me and my eyes followed him. Pulling down my leggings a little, my belly was exposed. It looked like fat at that moment though it was our baby growing. Eventually, I would have a bump and I was excited to see it.
Being pregnant had many disadvantages such as peeing, morning sickness, headaches, cravings, mixed emotions, tiredness and confusion.
But I knew it was all going to be worth it in the end. I was gonna be a great mother to my baby. I vowed to myself to be as amazing as my mother was to me, but even better. I wasn't going to let anyone harm my baby and I promised to give them the best childhood - life ever.
I was going to be a mother. I still had to process that.
A few weeks had gone by since I announced to Cristiano, finally, that I was pregnant. He was overjoyed and overly excited - more than me. The man wouldn't stop kissing and cuddling me or asking to see my stomach. I was being showered with love and he treated me as though I couldn't do things for myself anymore.
"Hi, baby," he cooed, leaving kisses on my stomach. I tried to keep an annoyed look on my face but his sweetness towards our unborn baby softened me. "I love you so, so much. Are you giving mommy a hard time? Can you please be nicer to mama? She's really tired and won't give papa any lovin'-"
"No, that's because dada is being annoying-"
"-because baby, you're irritating mama which means she's irritated at me-"
"My baby does not irritate me-"
"-anyway, dada can't wait to meet you, baby. I hope you're a strong, little boy, baby. But I don't mind if you're a sweet, little princess."
I smiled, pushing his head away and rubbing my stomach. I pulled up my leggings as he stood, a playful smirk on his handsome face.
"Come here," I muttered, pulling him close and pressing my lips against his, his arms wrapping around me. Our kiss was short and when we pulled away, Cristiano's beautiful eyes locked with mine.
"I love you and I can't wait for our baby to come."
My smile extended and I pecked his soft lips. "Me too, Cristiano." He slapped my butt and I rolled my eyes at him which caused him to chuckle. Turning, I knocked on Dax's door.
Moments later, he answered. As he opened the door, I noticed how messy his hair was and how red his face had turned. He had no shirt on and only a pair of loose, grey trousers.
"Rose. Cris. Morning. What's up?" He breathlessly asked, practically panting.
"Did we just disturb you from mas-"
I slapped his arm lightly and gave him a look before turning to Dax and replying, "morning, Dax. I was wondering if you knew where Tori was?"
"She-"
"She's in his bed," Cristiano responded for me bluntly.
I rolled my eyes at my boyfriend before he added, "I need to talk to you, Dax, so-" he pulled Dax away from the doorway of the bedroom and took him away. I couldn't help but chuckle before walking into Dax's half messy bedroom to see Tori, like Cris had said, in his room.
She was leaning over Mira's temporary crib and lifting her out, cuddling her as she sat back down onto the bed with messy sheets. She too looked flustered and her hair was messy. She wore Dax's shirt only and her head snapped up at the sound of me.
"Rose, morning!"
"Hey," I replied with a kind smile as I walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I heard you wanted to talk to me." Mira's big brown eyes gazed up at me and I smiled, leaning forwards and planting a kiss on her cheek which made her smile and snuggling close against her mother.
"Yeah. Um. Mira called Dax 'dada' and I honestly don't know what to do. I'm freaking out and I know he's freaking out so I need your advice, Rose."