I saw the surprise, the look in your eyes

"Violet?" I heard Jake's voice coming from the other room and a second later the door slammed shut. My baby was finally home.
"I'm in the bathroom!" I shouted, smiling to myself, happy to have him back since.
"Hey beautiful." He looked around at the candles lit and the bubbles up to the top of the tub with me lying against the bath pillow. Now, the way he was looking at me? Meh, so I pouted. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not beautiful I'm a whale!!!!" I protested, overreacting, but that got him quickly out of the rest of his clothes to slide in behind me. "Oh and yes you still look like an Armani model while NONE OF MY CLOTHES FIT ME ANYMORE!!!" I hid myself against his arm, just wanting some confort.
"Well then we should go buy you some new ones." He suggested, his offering to go shopping proved to me just how much he loved me.

"They don't make good clothes for pregnant women Jake!!! I work in fashion everyone thinks I'm a fat fat fatty!!!!" I kept going, tempted to laugh myself at my own words.
He shook his head, "Baby there are plenty of designers who dress pregnant women. How else would that super model who's always pregnant go out?"
"Heidi Klum?" I asked, still pouting.
"That's the one! I interviewed her once. She was pregnant, but still looking very fashion forward."
"You think I'm disgusting." I pointed out, challenging him to give me the right answer.
"No I still think you're gorgeous Violet. Besides, look at your breasts." He took a minute to cup them in his hands, making me want to slap his face. I swear, guys were so stupid and had the worst timing sometimes, even a great guy like Jake.
I slapped his hands away, half annoyed half turned on. The thing with me was that I had always been kind of touchy? Moody? I didn't even know the right word, but I knew how I was worse now that I was pregnant. Not that I really cared as long as Jake handled that well. "Stop sexualizing my body."
"...what?" He broke into a low laugh, his chest vibrating against my back as his hand moved down to my belly.
"You heard me." I said back, struggling to keep a serious voice even though I was grinning. But just because I knew he couldn't see me.
"I'm apreciating your body instead." He said softly, tilting his head to a side and kissing my cheek before nuzzling my neck and at that I shivered. It was insane how I reacted to his smallest touch, always. "Are you cold?" He asked and I felt his lips curving into a grin against my skin.
"A little." I lied, reaching for his hands to tangle our fingers together, "I'm glad you came back home. We were feeling lonely."
"We?" He repeated in a soft silly voice.
I turned my head to finally look into his gorgeous eyes, a smile playing on my owm lips, "Yes." I whispered then pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.
He bored his eyes into mine, giving me a look so full of love I literally melted into his arms, "Didn't you go to work today baby?"
I shook my head and wrinkled my nose, "I didn't feel like it." I answered nonchalantly.
"Is something wrong?" He asked as his eyes filled with panic already. I swear I was with the most anxious boyfriend on earth. He was even worse than me...he was a cutie.
"No." I smiled at him and kissed him again quickly, "I went to see my parents." I confessed in one quick breath.
"I thought we'd go together..." He trailed off, the subject always a touchy one.
"Don't worry I didn't tell them anything about the baby." I said nonchalantly, as if it wasn't a big deal when we both knew that it was instead. I was scared to tell them the truth because I didn't want anyone to ruin my happiness, but what scared me even more was that Jake could get trapped in that situation too and that was why I had gone alone, only once there I hadn't had the balls to say anything.
"And didn't they notice your belly?" He asked slowly.
I narrowd my eyes on him, "Are you calling me fat? Well that's what I said, that I had gained some weight. And I was wearing one of your hoodies anyway."
"I wasn't calling you fat Vi." Jake rolled his eyes.
I shrugged. "Whatever."
"I love you so much." He whispered against my ear, kissing my neck softly as he grabbed a bar of soap and started running it down my arms.
"You can't make me cheery just by being adorable." I replied, intent on remaining grumpy.
"I wish you would have let me come with you to your parents. I know how much it upsets you to be around them."
I shook my head. "I just..." I sighed. "I'm happy Jake, I don't want them to ruin everything."
He set the soap down to pick up some shampoo and massage my head as the bubbles grew. "Won't they be happy to have a grandson?" He asked.
"They'll just bitch about how I'm not married or some stupid shit like that." I answered flatly. I knew that people usually got married first and had kids then, and while I usually agreed on that, I also thought that I had known Jake for my whole life and I didn't care if we were doing it differently. Also, I had asked and he had said no, I wasn't going to forget that now. Or ever. I felt his body tense as he kept silent. "Don't worry I'm not expecting to get married Jake, you can un-clench" I sighed, shaking my head.
"I just don't want anything to upset you. Or our little one." He replied, holding my swelled stomach in his hands.
I set my hands on his once again, relaxing for the first time in the whole day. "Nothing can upset me. Or our baby." I said softly, all of a sudden exhausted.
He leaned his cheek against mine as his breath matched mine, them the only sound in the room except for the water moving around us. "Sure?" He whispered.
I turned my head enough to look at him and I pressed a soft kiss on his lips, taking my time to enjoy that before breaking it. "You and the baby are the only ones who can upset me actually."
"See?" His expression changed drastically as he blinked at me. "What did I do?"
"Nothing...yet." I grinned at him, only messing with him at this point. We were a couple and it was normal to get upset sometimes, it was okay too as long as it went away and with Jake? It always did.
"Like what?" He pushed, staring at me.
"Like, if you baby me? I'll get upset. If you worry too much? I'll get upset. If-"
"Do you have a list?" He cut me off as he made a face, an almost pained one.
I smirked wider and tangled my legs with his, "I can make one if you want."
"I'm serious instead." He retorted.
I turned a little more to look straight into his eyes, my smirk replaced by a smile. "The only thing I'm asking you is not to worry too much, because it makes me panic. That's all. I don't care about my parents, about getting married, about anything else...it's just us and our baby I care about." I said softly, meaning it.
Jake nodded. "I can't wait to meet him." He wrapped his arms around my body and squeezed gently as I laid my head back and sighed.
"Me too."
He ran his hands down to my stomach as he softly kissed my neck. "Hopefully he'll be just like his mom." He grinned.
"No, like you instead." I smirked since we could go trough this conversation one million times and never agree.
"No I want the boys to be like you and the girls more like me."
I blinked. "What girls?" I asked with a brow raised.
He grinned. "Do think we're going to let this little guy be an only child?" He asked me seriously.
I smirked and bit down on my lip. "We haven't even dealt with one kid yet Jake let's take it one step at a time." I shook my head because I needed to know what kind of mom I was, but the thought of having a big family with Jake filled my heart with pure joy. "But why don't you want the girls to be like me?"
He laughed. "Because they're already going to be too damn beautiful for their own good. I can't have them being stubborn as hell and a little rebellious too." He teased as he nuzzled me.
"You're just as stubborn." I smirked.
"Lies. This water is getting cold baby."
"I look good when I'm cold and naked." I replied as I turned my head to look at him.
He groaned. "You look good when you're anything. Mostly when you're anything and naked." He agreed. "But I don't want you to get sick." He stood up and helped dry me off with a towel, pampering me. When he was satisfied that my skin was dry he wrapped me in a robe and sighed as he tied it shut.
"You were the one who wanted me dressed." I teased, reading his mind. "Notice how I never said anything about it to you which is why I still have the good view." I grinned wider, my eyes roaming over his body.
"The good view is still mine pretty girl. Lets get something to eat. Does chinese still make you queasy?" He asked as he pulled on his own robe and I pouted and nodded. Also, chinese was usually pretty meh unless I was drunk or we got it at our favorite chinese restaurant.
"Yeah...how about italian instead?"
"Just tell me what to get." He grinned.
I thought about it, tapping my lips. I was so famished I could eat a whole cow. "I don't know, what about one of everything please?" I asked seriously.
He laughed, wrapping a towel around his hips and it was a shame because his body was just so flawless I wanted to stare at it all day everyday. "That'd be silly, but if that's what you want..." He trailed off.
I broke into a wide grin, pulling my hair up in a messy bun, "Is this how it's going to be from now on? You're going to say yes to me always?" I asked, eyeing me.
"No way." He said back and I pouted, "You'd get bored in a heartbeat."
"That's true." I agreed as I pressed a quick kiss on his lips before heading to the bedroom, "Surprise me!" I yelled, already literally salivating as I wore a pair of knickers and my favorite kimono.
"Here's my favorite geisha." Jake said as he stepped into the room too, dropping the towel on the floor nonchalantly and flashing me his huge d.ick like it was no big deal.
"Your only one too." I wrinkled my nose, tearing my eyes away from his impressive penis before sighing as I bent over to pick the wet towel from the floor, "I swear if you don't stop leaving your things around-"
"You what? IT sounds frightening." He cut me off, wrapping his arm around me from behind.
I turned in his hold, noticing how he was wearing a pair of shorts, "I'll get really mad. I'm trying to keep our place tidy." I said seriously, "I'm going to be a mom, I need to be more organized."
"I like when you're really mad." Jake grinned wickedly at me and I pushed away.
"Don't be sexy!" I screamed since he was having to be the worst timing for that. I was being serious and he was barely listening to me.
He laughed. "I'll try." He nodded, faking a serious face and grabbing a shirt from his dresser.
"You're failing." I pouted, not wanting to fight and playing the silly card instead.
He walked back up to me, reaching down and kissing my tummy. "How does it feel to have a mommy who's crazy little one?" He asked my stomach and then I smacked the side of his head. That was too much.
"We're not talking to you anymore." I stomped offand make a mental note to buy some of those thing to punch whenever Jake pissed me off.
"Fine. Then you'll have no objections to when I change the channel." He grinned and turned on the tv, picking a show about crazy brides.
"What the fuck Jake?" I asked, wondering when he had started to watch those lame shows.
"I'm reminding myself there are women crazier than you in the world." He retorted like a smartass, "I thought you two weren't talking to me."
My mouth twitched because talking about our son was always a joy. "You're an as.shole." I said eventually, turning away from him.
"You shouldn't say that to the man who's going to be paying for your dinner. I might not share...." He trailed off, pretending to be overly interested in the bride who was freaking out over the floral arrangements.
"Just because you think it's hot when I'm angry doesn't mean you can intentionally piss me off Jacob!"
He turned towards me on the couch. "Oh we're full naming me now. What's next?"
I narrowed my eyes on him, now tempted to slap his handsome face. "I can make you a list of all the things you did wrong since you came back home."
"Please, I'm all ears." He retorted but still looked amused when I clearly wasn't.
"First of all? You called me fat, then you left your clothes all over our apartment when I spent hours tidying up, I talk to you and you don't even take me seriously but only think it's hot that I'm annoyed." I said quickly, feeling as if I could go on for hours. Also as if I was overreacting, but just a little. I needed a man, not a boy who joked all the time. "Oh and let's not forget how your shoes are still near the door mat or how you threated me not to share our food just because you're going to pay for it. Flash news: I can pay for my own food!"
He stared at me for a few seconds in silence, his brow raising slowly. "Are you done?" He asked eventually.
"For now." I spat back, not looking at him anymore and reaching for my kindle instead.
"I was afraid you'd pass out since you didn't even breath while talking."
I glanced at him only to glare, "Fuck you." I said, grateful that our baby couldn't get what he heard. I would need to learn to cuss less in the near future.
"I wish." He said in a low voice as he dropped his hand on my thigh. Which I pushed away a second later.
"Stop it, I'm trying to read." I spat, keeping my eyes glued on my kindle and the chapter seven of a book about babies. I kept reading those kinds of books like an obsessed woman, but I felt I'd never be completely ready to be a mom even if I read all the books in the word. It was a scary thought sometimes.
"What are you reading?" He asked, set on bothering me apparently.
"How to deal with an impossible boyfriend." I answered flatly, refusing to look at him and rubbing my tummy instead, a thing that I had started doing lately and that always conforted me. It was like my tummy and my baby were giving me super powers and the strenght to get through anything.
"Is it good?"
I rolled my eyes, exhasperated, "Aren't you looking your lame show about even more lame weddings?" I asked as I finally looked back at him.
"I love you so much."
I narrowed my eyes further. "Fuck you again." I spat, turning back.
"All you have to do is hop on, I'm willing." He grinned, "And I still love you."
"Ugh Jake you are so annoying!!!!" I screamed, standing up just when someone knocked at the door and I ran to it, slamming a bill in the guy's hands before grabbing the food. "Now who's not going to share?" I asked, running into the bedroom and slamming the door. I set the food on my bedside table and sit down on the bed instead, wishing Jake could stop acting like that because it wasn't fun.
"Baby?" Came his voice after he knocked on the door.
"Go away!" I said back, needing some time alone.
He easily broke into the room, part of me more annoyed but also pleased that he'd never get tired of deal with me and my crazy moods. "Can I join you? Or do you really want me to go away?"
I shrugged.
"I really want to hang out with my baby if she'll let me." He said, not waiting for an answer and just slipping into bed behind me, ignoring the food as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. "I'm sorry if I'm not as tidy as you. In my defense you were never so tidy before I knocked you up."
"I have to be better for the baby." I pouted, not cuddling into him like I usually did but not pulling away either.
"The baby is lucky it has you." He said seriously. "Even if sometimes there are shoes on the floor and if you didn't read the entire library on how to raise a kid."
"Meh." I muttered under my breath and he tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze before he kissed me long and hard in a comforting way.
"How can I make it up to you pretty girl?" He whispered against my lips.
I kissed him one last time before I let out a sigh, "I don't want to eat in the bedroom, I hate it." I said as I felt a pout curve my lips.
He laughed at that, rubbing his nose against mine, "You came here baby, I have no faults."
"I had nowhere else to hide." I protested as I got in a sitting position, my hand back on my tummy. "Take our food, lets go to the kitchen."
He smirked at me but did as told, "You could've hidden in the baby's room."
"That's the only decent room in this apartment." I muttered under my breath as I headed to the kitchen, feeling him follow me behind me.
"I told you we could move somewhere else..." He trailed off, setting the food on the table as he eyed me.
I shook my head, "I wasn't complaining. I love here and it's perfect. If only my boyfriend could make an effort and be more tidy." I shot him a glance and took a seat, leaving him the pasta bolognese since I knew it was his fave while I took the lasagna.
"Such a bad boyfriend you have." He said in a chuckle and all I could do was sigh again, hoping he'd start at least not leaving his clothes everywhere. "Are you okay Vi?" He asked a moment later, looking worried all of a sudden.
"Yeah why?" I asked back, wondering if there something wrong with my face.
His eyes dropped on my tummy, "You keep holding it."
I blinked at him, not realising I was still doing that. "Oh. I didn't notice..." I trailed off, feeling silly for what I was about to say. "I always do it, it comforts me. As if I'm cuddling my baby."
"Damn sometimes you say things that knock me on my ass all over again Vi." Jake said seriously, setting his hand against his heart as he took a big bite of pasta.
"Is it bad?" I asked, feeling vulnerable.
He shook his head. "No. I feel like I fall in love with you more every day if it's even possible." He admitted, taking a good long look at me.
"Shut up Jakey. You don't get to be all cute now." I rolled my eyes playfully but I could feel myself blushing as I ate, secretly pleased.
He leaned in a little and lifted my chin up to look into my eyes. "I'm going to do the dishes and the laundry tonight." He said in a slow overly sexy voice.
I smiled slowly, since those words lately where better than any dirty talking. "And now you're just trying to seduce me." I smirked .
He nodded. "Is it working?" He whispered as he leaned down to kiss my neck softly.
"Maybe. We'll see."