"Violet?" I walked into the apartment and hung up my coat, slipping off my shoes and leaving them near the door mat even though I knew I'd get crap for that later.
"I'm in the bathroom!" I grinned and loosened my tie, hating the stuffy suit that I was put into during the promotional pictures for my morning show. I thought the point of radio was that you could go to work in your jeans. But no.


"Hey beautiful." I looked around at the candles lit and the bubbles up to the top of the tub with Violet lying against the bath pillow. It was a damn good sight to come home to, but she was super pouting. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not beautiful I'm a whale!!!!" She looked like she was on the verge of tears and I quickly slid out of the rest of my clothes to slide in behind her. "Oh and yes you still look like an Armani model while NONE OF MY CLOTHES FIT ME ANYMORE!!!" she hid herself against my arm. I knew better than to laugh, but she was kind of ridiculously cute when she got all worked up like this. She was seriously over reacting but I wasn't going to tell her that. In her defense, she was starting to show, not enough to guess she was knocked up unless you knew her, but just enough to surely drive her nuts.
"Well then we should go buy you some new ones." I suggested, knowing that my offering to go shopping proved to her just how much I loved her. Unless it was for technology or lingerie? Shopping was like torture. So I'm a guy, sue me.
"They don't make good clothes for pregnant women Jake!!! I work in fashion everyone thinks I'm a fat fat fatty!!!!" I held in my laugh again and shook my 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?" She 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 didn't even want to laugh at that one it was so ridiculous.
"No I still think you're gorgeous Violet. Besides, look at your breasts." I took a minute to cup them in my hands, the new fullness made them extra sensitive, not to mention she was hornier than ever lately. Having a pregnant girlfriend kind of rocked so far. Vi reached out and slapped my hand away, pouting.
"Stop sexualizing my body."
"...what?" I broke into a low laugh, as I moved my hand down to her stomach.
"You heard me." she said back.
"I'm apreciating your body instead." I said softly, tilting my head to the side and kissing her cheek before nuzzling her neck. A light shiver ran through her body and I grinned.
"Are you cold?" I asked softly.
"A little." Vi reacched for my hands to tangle our fingers together. "I'm glad you came back home. We were feeling lonely."
"We?" I repeated in a soft silly voice. She turned her head to look at me, a smile playing on her pretty face.
"Yes." she whispered then pressed a chaste kiss on my lips, making me literally get lost in her. I was a whipped man and I didn't even care.
"Didn't you go to work today baby?"
"I didn't feel like it." she shook her head and my body siezed. I worried constantly about my girl and our baby and when she said something like that I panicked a little.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No." she smiled and then kissed me. "I went to see my parents." she confessed in one quick breath.
"I thought we'd go together..." I trailed off slowly.
"Don't worry I didn't tell them anything about the baby." she shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal when we both knew it was.
"And didn't they notice your belly?" I asked slowly.
"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." I rolled my eyes and she shrugged and laid back against the tub.
"Whatever." I shook my head as I undressed, noticing her watching me before I slid into the tub behind her and cradled her in my arms. The thing about Vi was that she didnt like needing people. Even when she did.
"I love you so much." I whispered against her ear, kissing her neck softly as I grabbed a bar of soap and started running it down her arms.
"You can't make me cheery just by being adorable." she 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." She shook her head.
"I just..." she sighed. "I'm happy Jake, I don't want them to ruin everything." I set the soap down to pick up some shampoo and massage her head as the bubbles grew.
"Won't they be happy to have a grandson?" I asked, not actually knowing the answer. The thing was, even though I'd known Violet my whole life, I hardly ever spend time with her parents. Mostly because they were self-absorbed as.ses.....but I wouldn't tell her that. Also she already knew it.
"They'll just bit.ch about how I'm not married or some stupid sh.t like that." I froze a little in place, the topic a difficult one for me since I wanted to marry her so fu.cking badly but I ruined it by being a commitment-phobe the last time she asked. Even if she had been asking for the wrong reasons I still wanted to end up married to her. Only now I didn't want her to think it was all because of the baby. It was because of her. "Don't worry I'm not expecting to get married Jake, you can unclench" she sighed, shaking her head.
"I just don't want anything to upset you. Or our little one." I replied, holding her swelled stomach in my hands. She set her hands on mine again and relaxed against my body.
"Nothing can upset me. Or our baby." she said softly, sounding adorable all sleepy. I leaned my cheek against his and we were quiet for a while.
"Sure?" I whispered. She turned to kiss me softly before pulling away.
"You and the baby are the only ones who can upset me actually."
"See?" I made a face at my girl. "What did I do?"
"Nothing...yet." she grinned up at him, teasing me though I knew with her hormones? The littlest thing could make her upset no matter what she said.
"Like what?" I pushed.
"Like, if you baby me? I'll get upset. If you worry too much? I'll get upset. If-"
"Do you have a list?" I cut her off  worrying I was basically doomed. Vi smirked wider and tangled her legs with mine.
"I can make one if you want."
"I'm serious instead." I retorted.
"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." she said softly, meaning it.
I nodded, thinking that if she didn't care about those things she was the only one because I did, and it was driving me more and more crazy every day. I hoped it didn't show.
"I can't wait to meet him." I wrapped my arms around her body and squeezed gently as she laid her head back and sighed.
"Me too." I ran my hands down to her stomach as I softly kissed her neck.
"Hopefully he'll be just like his mom." I grinned.
"No, like you instead." She smirked and I shook my head.
"No I want the boys to be like you and the girls more like me." She blinked.
"What girls?" she asked with a brow raised and I grinned.
"Do think we're going to let this little guy be an only child?" I asked her seriously. She smirked and bit down on her lip.
"We haven't even dealt with one kid yet Jake let's take it one step at a time." She shook her head. "But why don't you want the girls to be like me?" I 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." I teased as I nuzzled Vi, who laughed.
"You're just as stubborn." She smirked.
"Lies. This water is getting cold baby."
"I look good when I'm cold and naked." She replied, her eyes sparkling as she turned her head to look at me. I groaned.
"You look good when you're anything. Mostly when you're anything and naked." I agreed. "But I don't want you to get sick." I stood up and helped dry her off with a towel, feeling the need to pamper her even though she probably hated it. When I was satisfied that her silky skin was dry I wrapped her in a robe and sighed as I tied it shut because it was really a waste to ever have clothes on such a perfect body, pregnant or not. 
"You were the one who wanted me dressed." She teased, reading my mind perfect. "Notice how I never said anything about it to you which is why I still have the good view." She grinned wider, her eyes roaming over my body as I laughed.
"The good view is still mine pretty girl. Lets get something to eat. Does chinese still make you queasy?" I asked as I pulled on my own robe and she pouted and nodded.
"Yeah...how about italian instead?"
"Just tell me what to get." I grinned. Vi tapped her lips as she thought and then shrugged.
"I don't know, what about one of everything please?" she asked seriously. I laughed, wrapping a towel around my waist, smirking as she pouted a little.
"That'd be silly, but if that's what you want..."I trailed off and she grinned, pulling her hair up into a bun at the top of her head. She was so fucking beautiful.
"Is this how it's going to be from now on? You're going to say yes to me always?"
"No way." I said back and she pouted again, "You'd get bored in a heartbeat."
"That's true." she agreed as she pressed a quick kiss on my lips before heading to the bedroom, "Surprise me!"
"Here's my favorite geisha." I smirked at the kimono she'd covered herself with while I dropped my towel to find some clothes myself.
"Your only one too." she wrinkled her nose and picked my towel off the floor. "I swear if you don't stop leaving your things around-"
"You what? It sounds frightening." I cut her off, wrapping my arms around her from behind. He turned in my hold and glared at me.
"I'll get really mad. I'm trying to keep our place tidy."she said seriously, "I'm going to be a mom, I need to be more organized."
"I like when you're really mad." I grinned wickedly at her and she pushed me away.
"Don't be sexy!" she yelled at me and I laughed. I was probably digging myself into a worse hole but I couldn't help it. Part of what made me love Violet was how damn fiesty she was.
"I'll try." I nodded, faking a serious face and grabbing a shirt from my dresser.
"You're failing." she pouted and I walked back up to her, leaning down to kiss her stomach.
"How does it feel to have a mommy who's crazy little one?" I asked her tummy and then I got smacked in the head. Hard. 
"We're not talking to you anymore." she stomped off and I grinned as I turned on the TV, changing to a show about brides who were crazy. I'd started watching wedding shows on purpose trying to gauge Vi's reaction.
"Fine. Then you'll have no objections to when I change the channel." I grinned.
"What the fuck Jake?" she asked, glaring at the tv.
"I'm reminding myself there are women crazier than you in the world." I retorted like a smartass, "I thought you two weren't talking to me."
"You're an as.shole." Vi 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...." I 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!" I turned around and grinned at her....because yeah. I thought she was hot as fuck when she was angry. "Oh we're full naming me now. What's next?" She narrowed those sexy eyes on me.
"I can make you a list of all the things you did wrong since you came back home."
"Please, I'm all ears." I retorted knowing I was pushing that line where Violet was really mad and just being mad because she was her.
"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." she said quickly. "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!"
"Are you done?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"For now." she spat back, not looking at me anymore and reaching for her kindle instead.
"I was afraid you'd pass out since you didn't even breath while talking."
"Fuck you."
"I wish." I said in a low voice as I dropped my hand on her thigh which she pushed away a second later.
"Stop it, I'm trying to read." she spat, keeping her eyes glued on her kindle.
"What are you reading?" I asked, since lately she'd been glued to that damn e-reader.
"How to deal with an impossible boyfriend." she answered flatly, refusing to look at me and rubbing her tummy softly.
"Is it good?" I teased and she rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you looking your lame show about even more lame weddings?"
"I love you so much." I got glared at again.
"Fuck you again." she spat, turning back.
"All you have to do is hop on, I'm willing." I grinned, "And I still love you."
"Ugh Jake you are so annoying!!!!" Violet screamed, standing up just when someone knocked at the door and she ran to it, slamming a bill in the guy's hands before grabbing the food. "Now who's not going to share?" she asked, running into the bedroom and slamming the door. I sighed. I'd probably pushed her a little too far today. I stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
"Baby?" I asked, knocking on the door.
"Go away!" she said back. I easily broke into the bedroom, having found out how to do that early in our relationship.
"Can I join you? Or do you really want me to go away?" Vi just shrugged.
"I really want to hang out with my baby if she'll let me." I said, not waiting for an answer and just slipping into bed behind her, ignoring the food as I cuddled up to her and pulled her closer. Her sweet scent making me crazy. "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." she pouted, not cuddling into me like she usually did but not pulling away either.
"The baby is lucky it has you." I 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." she muttered under her breath and I reached to tilt her head up, forcing her to look at me before I lowered my mouth to kiss her long and hard. Like I always wanted to kiss her.
"How can I make it up to you pretty girl?" I whispered against her lips.
"I don't want to eat in the bedroom, I hate it." she said, pouting those lips that made any man do whatever she said. I laughed and rubbed my nose against her.
"You came here baby, I have no faults."
"I had nowhere else to hide." she protested as she got in a sitting position, her hand back on her tummy. "Take our food, lets go to the kitchen."
"You could've hidden in the baby's room."
"That's the only decent room in this apartment." she muttered under her breath as we headed to the kitchen.
"I told you we could move somewhere else..." I trailed off, setting the food on the table.
"I wasn't complaining. I love here and it's perfect. If only my boyfriend could make an effort and be more tidy."
"Such a bad boyfriend you have." I said in a chuckle as I reached for my pasta. "Are you okay Vi?"
"Yeah why?" I dropped my eyes down on her stomach.
"You keep holding it."
"Oh. I didn't notice..." she trailed off, and her cheeks turned a little pink before she spoke again. "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." I said seriously, setting mhy hand against my chest before taking a big bite of food.
"Is it bad?" she asked softly.
"No. I feel like I fall in love with you more every day if it's even possible." I admitted, taking a good long look at her. The girl who was my life. The soon to be mother of my child.
"Shut up Jakey. You don't get to be all cute now." she rolled her eyes playfully but I could tell my words pleased her. I leaned in and lifted up her chin again.
"I'm going to do the dishes and the laundry tonight." I said in a slow overly deep voice that I usually used for sexy time. She smiled slowly, her eyes bright.
"And now you're just trying to seduce me." she smirked .
"Is it working?" I whispered as I leaned down to kiss her neck softly.
"Maybe. We'll see."