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“Simon.” Her smile is big and beautiful and I think I might remember this moment for the rest of my life. “Does the offer still stand for me to move in here? Because I thought it would be nice to live together for our first Christmas together, and the New Year. I talked to my property manager and he said?—”
“Yes!” I yell, hugging her so hard that we end up laying on the ground. Our laughter fills the room as I pepper kisses all over her face. I’m so excited it barely registers that she talked to Emmett about this and he didn’t tell me. I’ll have to give him shit about that later.
But not now. Now is for being in this moment with Bug.
I roll to my side so I can look at her.
The mother of my daughter.
The love of my life.
My Bug.
“I love you,” I say, leaning down to give her another kiss. “Thank you for loving me.”
“Thank you for bugging me until I did.”
I laugh and then it hits me. “Holy shit! I bugged Bug until she loved me! And because I bugged her, we have Baby Bug!”
I laugh as she rolls her eyes. “I knew I always hated that nickname.”
“No, you don’t.”
She runs her hand along my face. “I hate that you’re right.”
“Is that all you hate about me?”
Charlie shrugs and wraps her hands around my neck, bringing me down to her. “I hate that you’re not inside me.”
“Well, that’s funny…” I reposition myself on top of her, bringing her shirt up from her body as I do. “Because I hate that too.”
Chapter 28
Charlie
“Bug? You here?”
I groan and fall without a touch of grace onto my bed. “Yes. But also go away!”
I know Simon isn’t going to listen, even though I’d like him to. And it’s not that I don’t want to see him. I do. But not like this.
I knew this day was coming. The day my clothes stopped fitting and I just felt pregnant.
That day came today, at twenty-two weeks pregnant.
There is now no doubt I’m with child. My boobs, which have never been small, are too much to handle. The morning sickness has slowed down, but only for the heartburn to ramp up.
Then came the day I knew was coming: Not one piece of my clothing fits.
Welcome to the halfway point, Charlie. Just wait until you’re as big as a beach ball…
For a while, I had some old, and very stretched out leggings that worked. Sweatpants have been my best friend.
They are now my enemy.
“Well, what do we have here?”
I turn my head to look at Simon, making sure he can fully see the daggers I’m shooting him.
