I think I might be having more fun writing this story than you are reading it! Sorry it's a little short! Promise to write longer ones tomorrow! Love you all!
I awoke to a strange sensation taking over my stomach. I groaned. I was towards the end of my seventh month of pregnancy, and my Braxton Hicks contractions were a constant annoyance. The only thing I could do to cure it was walk around for a bit. I paced in our room for a while. The false contractions were still coming on, though slower now. It was already six, so I decided to go downstairs and make something to eat.
At some time or another Alek must have noticed I wasn't in bed with him, because he came rushing down the stairs to make sure I was ok. I reassured him that they were just false contractions, and that walking cured them. This helped with his paranoia a little bit, but he still wouldn't go back to bed. He insisted on staying close to me, so he went to the living room, and turned on football. I smiled. Even though there was nothing to protect me from anymore, he still acted like my protector.
I ended up making some pancakes. I brought a plate in the living room for Alek, deciding to eat out there today. He sat up, taking the plate, smiling. He patted the spot next to him, where I sat down, drizzling syrup on my plate, then handing it to him. That was a mistake. He all but dumped the remaining syrup on his plate. I laughed at him. "You know, if you made pancakes a little more often, I wouldn't have had this problem." He said smirking at me. I was too caught up in the beauty of his accent to really hear what he was saying.
It was raining outside. It was cold and raining. And it was silently declared snuggle in bed and watch movies day. The lay in bed all day snuggled up against each other, watching whatever cable had to offer. They weren't really paying any attention most of the time. They were talking about baby names.
"I like Charlotte." Alek told me. Was he serious?
"Uh… How about Markee?"
"You know, the other night you were talking your sleep, and you muttered a few names. I quite liked them. My favorite was Morgan Annita Petrov." A serious look held his face. I looked up at him, smiling.
"I love it." I said. "I absolutely love it. And I absolutely love you. " I leaned in for a kiss when I was pushed away. "Chloe! Watch out!" Alek sprung across the bed, attacking my attacker.
What do you think? Who is Chloe's attacker? Review, my loves!