Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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Chapter Forty-Seven Baby Shower
𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐎𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 . . . The sound of Journey drifted from the headphones, playing loud enough so I could faintly make out the words to 'Any Way You Want It.'
I was resting in Scott's bed, leaning against the headboard with my legs crossed and stretched in front of me. I was bouncing my foot to the beat of the song, lightly humming along to the song while flipping through my 'Mommy To Be' magazine.
The sound of Scott's bedroom door opening and closing, caught my attention but, I didn't look up. I was too focused on the article on breastfeeding with multiples, my boobs hurt just at the thought.
I could hear Scott's soft chuckle, followed by the sound of his dresser drawer opening. I glanced up from the magazine, resting it on my bump, careful not to move the headphones. Scott was standing by his dresser, putting some clothes away with a crooked smile on his lips. He looked so... hot with his messy hair and smile. He hadn't smiled much since the whole Allison thing, which is completely understandable.
"What?" I mused, glancing back to my magazine article, marking the page to put it away. "Are you playing Journey for them now?" Scott asked. I felt the bed dip beside me as I set the magazine on the bedside table.
Scott was lying on his stomach, his face right by my belly while he looked up at me. I smiled and shrugged, "I want them to have varied musical knowledge." His palm rested on my belly, his thumb lightly rubbing at the exposed skin at the base of my stomach. "Yesterday, you had them listen to Motzart, the day before that it was Beyonce, and now it's Journey?"
I nodded, "and Metallica." Scott's eyebrows knitted together but he was amused, "metallica?" I let out a breath-like-laugh, "I said varied." I let out a yawn, my eyes getting watery as I did so. Honestly, I always feel exhausted anymore.
"What time is it?" I asked, grabbing the iPod and headphones while turning off the music. I set the IPod on top of the magazine pile, relaxing back into the pile of pillows. "Eight thirty," Scott mumbled, his head moved to rest in my lap while he held the top of my belly with his hand.
I hummed in response, playing with his hair with one of my free hand. My eyes fell closed and I felt myself becoming tired. "You ready for the baby shower tomorrow?" I asked, smiling as I felt Scott's lips move slightly against my stomach; he did this whenever he talked to the babies.
"Uh, yeah, what happens at these things anyways?" Scott moved his position, my hand fell from his hair and onto my lap where he was previously resting. He rested beside me on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow.
