Anyway.

Gonna... jump ahead a week or three...

There will be a bunch of time jumps between now and birth of the baby. I will pause for a chapter or two around important parts of the pregnancy or if anything major happens. I plan to have at least 40 chapters in this fanfic, just a heads up.

So... without any further delay.

Chapter 17: You'll do great.

We made it back to Spain in one piece.

After my birthday we were able to pack everything up and be out by the nineteenth of March. Everything went smooth and I didn't even get carsick. (We usually drive because it's easier than getting on a plane.) Which was an achievement because for some crazy damn reason I started getting sick the morning after my birthday, which is why we left a day later.

Carrying a baby is fucking insane. It's only been a little over a month and I keep getting sick as hell. Nothing else happens, I just suddenly lose everything I've eaten. Dammit. I was suddenly kinda had never even made it this far. I was fucking miserable.

Then I had fucking Antonio smiling all the damn time like he had nothing else to do but smile. Besides the fact that he was constantly checking on me, he acted like nothing was going on. It was like "Oh you're pregnant? Here let me ignore that. Do you want some more food? Water? Do you need me to rub your back." The last one received a very big YES, by the way.

And I thought he was good with his hands during sex. He's fucking magical when it comes to a massage. I nearly melted.

(And yes... I realize how much I said "fucking" in the two paragraphs above...)

At the moment I was post-massage, and laying there like a big blob of melted Lovino gelato. I felt that good. I didn't even feel sick. Because Antonio was just that good with what he did.

It was nights like these that I enjoyed. Spring was beginning in a few days and Antonio wasn't being annoying. It was like paradise, except for the morning sickness (which lasted well into the day. WHAT THE FUCK?! Morning sickness my ass. More like "Oh yah, mornings last until eight at night, and last until the next actual morning!")

Did I mention how crazy my life had become in over a month?

Antonio walked back in the room wearing a smile, and a pair of pajama pants that I had bought him. Dammit, this isn't fair anymore. He's all smiles while I'm like this. That and he has pretty much came up with the idea that he had to be "Careful" with me because he doesn't "know what we can and can't do, so we should pretty much not do anything."

FUCKING. GENIUS!

NOT.

Because every part of my fucking body was going insane, gotta love hormones. Him walking around half-dressed wasn't helping me at all. It had only been a few days since he started this shit, but dammit it was already annoying. When you're being denied something, a day can feels like years.

Bastard.

"Lovi~" He whispered as he laid down next to me in the bed, I didn't even notice when he came over because I was in the middle of cussing him out in my head.

"What?" I asked. He was starting to irritate me. I turned my head to face him.

Antonio smirked and put his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. "What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Cuddling with my Lovi before he goes to sleep." He replied, moving to where he was leaving over me. Pressing his forehead to mine he whispered. "Is it wrong to do that?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but was quickly silenced by a pair of lips. I didn't fight, because honestly I could do this for hours. He would too, if it was for his knowledge that he was trying to hold back.

Antonio pulled away first, staring at me a moment before kissing my cheek and rolling off and turning his back to me.

"What the hell, Antonio?" I immediately reacted, sitting up to look at him. He peaked at me over his shoulder.

"What is it?" He mumbled, before turning over to actually face me. He gave me a tired smile. It was then when I lightly slapped his head and turned over.

"You're awful. I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything on purpose." He whispered, putting one arm around me. "I just wanted to kiss you before I went to sleep. You always give me good dreams, and the more we kiss the better it gets!"

"It would be even better when you stay awake." I mumbled.

Antonio was silent for a minute. Then he caught on. "Oh~ Does Lovi want something and he's to embarrassed to ask? Let Boss help him."

"What happened to careful?"

"I'll be careful..."

I usually can sleep all night, if circumstances allow it.

But thanks my amazing body, I was up five a.m. It's not unnatural for this to happen, because sometimes it does and I can turn right back over and fall right back to sleep with no problem what-so-ever. (Antonio calls it "Level one" for some reason...)

But something tells me I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep. When I returned from the bathroom, (sparing you the details. You're welcome.) I felt a pair of eyes watching me. Sure enough when I got back into bed, Antonio was awake, wrapping his arms around me.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, yawning a little. He nodded, moving closer.

"I keep thinking."

"That's dangerous." I said in a teasing tone, causing Antonio to smile a little.

"It's about you."

"Very dangerous."

"Lovino." He sighed. He was serious now. "I mean it. What if I'm not a good enough father for our baby? What if they don't like me. O-or what if they don't even like tomatoes?"

I gave him my best tired glare. I wasn't in the mood to argue. "You will be. They will, and any child of mine will have to like tomatoes. Trust me."

"But Lovi-."

"No 'but's unless it's yours going back to sleep and not worrying anymore."

Antonio sighed and kissed my forehead. "So cute when your tired."

"Go to sleep already."

I am addicted to fluff and cliffhangers guys...

All I can write is fluff...

It's killing meh!