Chapter 156
And then he's running in, forgetting about the clothes basket as he swings open the door and picks me up. I laugh joyously, wrapping my arms around his neck as he twirls us around. He sets me back on my feet and hugs me tightly, like he never wants to let go.
Eventually, he pulls back and I can see tears in his eyes as he stares into mine. "You're pregnant? We're going to be parents?"
"Yes." I nod with a big smile, tears brimming my own. "You're going to be a Dad, Gabriel!"
He shuts his eyes tightly, causing tears to slip down his cheeks as he rests his forehead against mine. I rub his back soothingly, trying to fight back tears myself.
"I love you so much." His voice is hoarse and weak, as if overwhelmed by many emotions. He pulls away and cups my face with both hands, determination shining in his bright eyes. "I promise to take care of you and our baby, Amanda. I'm going to spoil and pamper you so much, you'll get sick of it. Thank you for bringing me so much joy."
I chuckle, pressing my lips to his in the sweetest of kisses. In that kiss is everything I feel: love for my husband and child, fear that I won't be a good mother, doubt that I won't fulfill every wish my child has and so much more. I can't explain how I'm feeling, it's overwhelming.
"You are the perfect husband for me, Gabriel. I have no doubt in my mind that our child will have the best father." I state lovingly, wiping the moisture from his cheeks.
He smiles in appreciation, pressing his hand to my stomach where there is no indication that I am pregnant yet. "And you will be an amazing mother. I will be with you every step of the way, Rosа." (Rose.)
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Important note: This is Amanda's last month of pregnancy. She is still 22 years old.
"Amanda?!" I hear Gabriel call as he walks into the house.
"In the kitchen!" I yell back before realizing that I could have used the mind link.
Shrugging, I grab the chocolate before making my way out of the pantry. Gabriel walks in just as I take a seat by the kitchen island, ripping open the packet of potato chips. He walks right up to me and turns me around on the stool, giving me a fierce and passionate kiss.
I melt into his touch, kissing him back with equal fervor. We pull away soon enough, gasping for much needed air. A wicked smile is on his lips as he notices my dazed expression before his eyes soften at the sight of my round belly. He crouches down and lifts my top that is stretched over my protruding stomach.
Last week, we found out that we are going to be parents to a baby boy. Neither of us could wait and we both wanted to find out what the gender of our child was. Somehow, I had known from month two that we were going to have a boy but Gabriel insisted that our first child will be a girl. Regardless, when he heard the gender he became very emotional like myself.
Caressing my stomach, he presses a gentle kiss to my skin. Gabriel likes to talk to our son throughout the day and he has been extremely loving and protective of me during these three months. As I struggled to accept the fact that I have gained weight or when I was feeling very emotional or tired some days, Gabriel was always there to lift my spirits.
He has been exceptionally supportive and went above and beyond in caring for me. Most of the time, I would catch him reading books on pregnancy and parenting that I had bought. I found it unbelievably sweet that he put my well being on top priority. Sometimes, he would come home to see me crying my eyes out on the couch when I felt insecure about my weight gain. He would chase my fears and doubts away and pamper me until I felt good about myself again. I couldn't ask for a better husband.
But now, I'm ready to pop and I cannot wait. The process of going into labor is daunting and I'm terrified, but I want to see my son more than anything else. It's like he isn't ready to come out! Grabbing a square of chocolate, I take a potato chip and pop them both into my mouth. Ever since I woke up, I had been craving this combination and am now satisfied. Gabriel and I make sure that our baby is getting the proper, healthy nutrition he needs to grow but sometimes, I can't resist indulging in weird combinations of foods that taste like pure heaven to me.
I glance at my mate only to see him staring at my food with a look of disgust, causing me to become defensive. "It's good! Try some."
He declines, shaking his head with an amused smile as he stands and makes his way towards the fridge. I groan when he starts taking out fruits, I had them in the morning and I'm only in the mood for potato chips and chocolate right now.
"Gabriel," I whine, making his shoulders shake because he knows what I'm going to say. "If you love me, please put them back."
"I do love you sweetheart, that's why I'm giving you something healthy to go with your little snack." He counters, making me huff as I stand.
"Fine, just don't put – oh!"
He whirls around, green eyes blazing with concern as he notices me standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen. Water pools on the floor by my feet and the sight of it makes his eyes widen in alarm. I curl my arm around my stomach, relieved that my baby decided it's time to grace us with his presence but also trying not to panic.
"The due date was Friday! Fuck!" He panics, rushing over to me.
"Don't curse around the baby!" I glare up at him as he helps me walk towards the front door.
"I'm sorry darling, let's get you to the infirmary – wait, the bag!" He lets go of me, ready to go upstairs when I stop him.
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