(TYLER)
(Six Months Pregnant)
I grumble, turning over on the bed. "I feel like I want to pee all the time, the baby likes to sleep on my bladder."
"You whine a lot of late."
I frown at Sasha. "I'd love to see how you'd behave with a watermelon pressing on your bladder daily and through the night."
"Don't turn me on, baby." He plants a trail of kisses on the side of my neck.
"I'll complain as much as I want."
He snickers. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry I even said anything."
"You should be."
I feel a pang of guilt nudge at me for snapping at him. He isn't wrong when he says I complain a lot lately. That I do. It's only because the baby is growing bigger by the day and the pregnancy symptoms keep getting annoying each day. I feel like an inflated ball. It's getting even more stressful to move about.
"What if Miles brings you those doughnuts you love so much, you know… the ones with the powdered sugar?" he says, slipping his arm around my waist and cupping my protruded belly.
