14 weeks! I am showing a decent amount. Enough to be noticed. I am too big for my form fitting shirts but that's alright.

"Tom can I borrow a shirt?" I ask standing in front of the full body mirror in just my bra and pants.

"Oh course. Which one?" He calls back.

"Whichever. Just one that's a bit baggy." I reply running my hands over my stomach. It's so surreal. I'm actually pregnant with the love of my life.

"Wow. You look beautiful." Tom says walking into the room. I look at him and just blush deeply.

"No." I says flustered.

"Let me compliment you!" Tom says hugging me from behind and picking me up, kissing me.

"I'm just looking at our raindrop. They are growing fast." I say as he puts me down, his strength always surprises me.

"I can't believe it either. You can tell that we are having a child." Tom says kneeling down and kissing my stomach.

"I'm having the child. You get to be yelled at." I joke, sorta. Tom just laughs.

"Is that all you are going to do?"

"I'll steal all your clothes! And we'll get no sleep ever again. And I'll probably get super pissed at you. Is that what you want hear?" I ask wrapping my arms around Tom, who is still kneeling.

"Sounds like an adventure."

"You are too darn sweet! Now are you going to keep staring at my stomach or are you going to give me your shirt." I ask pushing him back.

"Wear this one." He says taking off the one he's wearing and giving it to me.

"Go get a shirt on. We have stuff to do today." I help him up before shoving him out.

"Of course Love."