Death to Maternity Clothes

I don't Need Maternity Clothes!

Disclaimer: I own no one.

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Paul London silently chuckled, watching his pregnant wife waddle into the backyard.

Dawn Marie was in the final trimester of her pregnancy. Blessed with good genes, she had avoided having to wear maternity clothes. In her final six weeks, almost nothing fit her, and she refused to buy maternity clothes.

"Sweetie, if you buy maternity clothes, I can almost guarantee you'll be more comfortable," he said, shaking his head. Dawn had been wearing the same outfit for a week, washing it nightly.

"I'll look horrible!" Dawn moaned, sitting down. "I hate belly panels! I hate pleats!" Paul moved beside her, placing his arm around her shoulders.

He loved his wife's stubborness. It gave her character. Nobody else knew this, but he hated non-stubborn women. He found they lacked a certain amount of character.

"You're gorgeous," he murmured, runnning his hand along her belly. "Don't let anyone tell you differently,"

"What am I supposed to say? I'm roughly the size of a killer whale, and proud of it?" she spat. He reached out and rubbed her belly.

"We're having twins. I still can't believe we're having identical twin girls," he murmured, gently rubbing her belly. "Hello, Sienna Patrice. Hello, McKinley Pierce,"

"McKinley just kicked," Dawn murmured. The unique name just rolled off her tongue. She loved being pregnant, she truly did. Every movement was precious. Every hiccup was a miracle. Nothing was taken for granted, especially not after her miscarriage in a previous relationship.

"Do you know Mom thinks we're crazy for naming Sienna's twin McKinley? Personally, I LOVE that name," Paul murmured. Dawn nodded, protectively rubbing her belly.

"McKinley Pierce and Sienna Patrice, stop that!" Dawn exclaimed, lightly tapping her belly. Paul glanced at her. "Good girls," She then noticed Paul's odd gaze. "They were kicking each other!"

"Let's go to the mall. If you won't wear maternity clothes, we can at least get some big men's clothing," Paul declared. Going to the mall with Dawn was his least favorite thing to do. It was a good way to lose five hundred dollars. Besides, it was a good source of exercise.

"McKinley and Sienna said they want chinese food," Dawn murmured, glancing at a Panda Express. Rolling his eyes, Paul manuevered her to the restaurant.

They dined on chinese food. Paul couldn't keep his eyes off his wife. She was gorgeous, especially when she was pregnant.

They had only been dating three months when she had gotten pregnant. After four months together, they had gotten married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonator. Their relationship had gone fast, but they couldn't imagine life without each other.

Dawn, at the age of thirty-six, had never thought thought she would have children. She hadn't met the right man. That was all there was to it. Then, Paul London had come into her life.

She had been bitter. She had hated love. Who would have ever imagined that she would find love with someone ten years her junior?

"I hate this stuff!" she moaned, staring at the men's clothing. Gently, he manuevered her to the maternity wear section. Turning her head up, she waddled out of the store. Her actions said one thing.

I don't need maternity clothes and I'm offended you'd even suggest such a thing!

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This is chapter 1 to the sequel of Death to Romance. Hope you enjoy it. The name McKinley was on presidential baby name list. Just a side note. Enjoy!

JenLea