Marceline pov
He runs his hand along my stomach, down my hip and up again to the side of my breast. It feels nice. His glowing red eyes are focused on my stomach and he looks so tired. I smile as his hand moves across my large tummy and I want him to do it forever. "Marshall…"I whisper and he doesn't seem to hear me. My hand goes up and runs through his black locks. I feel the baby kick and I let out an "Oof"
He smiles and I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. Well, except some other times.
I take his hand, it's so much bigger and rougher than mine, and lay it on my stomach, right where the baby kicked. We wait and It comes again, my stomach lurching up. He smiles and I smile and everyone is smiling.
I feel like an absolute girl right now. I hate feeling that way. But sometimes…..I love it. The baby moves and I feel a pain in my bladder. And somehow my stupid husband, my stupid, know-of-all-things, perfect husband, knows when I'm in pain and he easily lifts me up. I smile and try to hold in a girly squeal.
I hope she's born soon.
