As I stood naked in the bathroom I stared at myself in the mirror. My breasts, my stomach, my buttocks. They were all bigger, full of stretch marks. It made me sad, but at the same time, happy.
I had this little life growing inside me, a perfect replica of me and Thomas. He would be the better parts of us. Someone who we would both love unconditionally.Every time he kicked me, every time his little arm stretched out, distorting my already large belly, every time I felt his hiccups, even when he pushed down against my bladder. I smiled, I knew he was okay, I knew he was strong.
I'd asked Thomas to help me tone up after the baby had arrived, I hoped he would stick to his word. He worked every day and I would more than likely slow him down but eventually I would be fitter and stronger than I was before.
I was awoken from my day dream by the sound of tapping on the bathroom door.
"Em, you done In there, I need the loo"
That bloody woman.
I pulled a towel around myself, not even having the chance to wrap one around my head, and stormed at the door, yanking it open, my mum almost falling on her knees.
"God sake Em" she moaned as she tried to grab on to the door frame.
I ignored her, closed the door behind me and went into my bedroom where Thomas was sat on the bed, typing away on his phone.
Since we were approaching early spring I decided that I'd wear something flowery today.
I pulled out my pink floral dress that had pinky/purple flowers over it. I hung it up over the door on the wardrobe as I pulled out my white waterfall jacket.
Trying to bend down to my underwear drawer, I couldn't do it. "Thomas""Yes love" he called back from the bed
"Can you come help me please, I can't bend down"
He appeared straight away. " which ones do you want love"
"Actually babe, could you pull everything out and put them in that top drawer over there"
He pulled all of my underwear out and threw it down on the bed. Went over to the dresser, pulled out the top drawer, emptied that out on to the bed then filled the empty drawer with my underwear.
"There you go beautiful"
"Thanks babe. I can get underwear out myself whilst your gone then"
I'd have to organise it later, I can't cope with it all being mixed up like that.
"Once your dressed love shall we go get some breakfast"
"Actually yeah, that sounds nice. I am hungry"
I dried my hair at the dressing table and put on some light makeup. With how hot I always was there wasn't much point in doing a full face, it ended up looking like crap within a few hours.
"Right babe, I will meet you downstairs"
"Okay love. Be down in a minute"
I pulled the pretty pink dress over my head after putting my underwear on. I pulled the white jacket off the hanger and slipped my hands through the sleeves, pulling at it so it fit properly.
I picked out some nude, low heel sandals. I'd have to get Thomas to help fasten them. Once I was dressed I grabbed a white clutch bag, silver earrings and a light pink lipstick, chucked them all in the clutch bag and had just got past the doorway when I remembered my phone. I ran, well waddled, back in to the room and grabbed my phone, that too went into my clutch bag.
Finally I started to make my way downstairs where Thomas was waiting.
He looked hot as hell as he stood waiting for me on the bottom step.
He was wearing a light khaki suit jacket with matching pants, a black t shirt and black pumps. His sunglasses sitting firmly on top of his neatly styled hair. The stubble on his face had been freshly trimmed so it framed his face. He looked manly and rugged yet neat and tidy.
"Ready babe"
"Mum, we're going out. See you later"
I shouted, I didn't even know if she was still in the house.Nothing. She must of gone out.
"Come on then love" I took hold of Thomas's hand as he helped me down the last step.
Once in the car Thomas reached over and pulled the seatbelt over me.
"You look beautiful" he said, his face mere inches from mine as he pushed the clip into the clasp.He's so cute
I smiled and quickly kissed him. "And you look like the devil and gods secret love child""Oh I do, do I. I don't know if I should take as a compliment or not"
"Definitely a compliment babe" I threw him a wink and nodded my head.
He just laughed at me.He turned the key in the ignition and threw his arm over my chair as he looked behind him, reversing out of my sisters driveway. The gold watch on his wrist reflecting in the early morning sun.
I couldn't help but watch his movements as his hands ran along the steering wheel. He had such big hands, big veiny hands. They ran all the way up his arms, especially after a workout.
"Babe, you can stop staring at me now"
I couldn't though. It was like looking at a painting that had a lot of detail. You just couldn't take your eyes away, the more you looked, the more interesting the painting became. All his little movements, quirks, mannerisms, I absorbed them like a sponge, remembering every single one of them.
"I can't help it, you are like the sun and I am Icarus"
My fingers traced along the cool leather of the seat as I flushed with embarrassment. It was like admitting to the boy you had a crush on, that you had a crush on him.
"I think it's the other way around love, you are the sun and i am Icarus"
His hand lay over mine as I placed it on my bump, our little boy happily kicking away as me and Thomas disagreed over who was Icarus.
"He's got a good kick on him hasn't he"
I nodded my head as I looked down at my bump.
"My ribs know all too well how good his kicks are"
"That's my boy. Just don't hurt your mum okay" he said as he pulled up outside a cafe. Reversing the car into position, his arm yet again over the back of my chair.
"Thomas"
"Yes love"
I looked up at him in shock as I clutched my stomach.
"What, what is it, what's happening" he parked the car and put the handbrake on. His hands flew to my stomach as his eyes held my gaze.

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