Heres the Robert preference! “Small bump” “Ugh.” You groaned, walking in yours and Roberts shared apartment. You had a terrible day at work; your boss was in a sassy mood and told you that your presentation was unprepared for and sloppy. Which by the way, you had prepared for, for months. Your favorite heels were getting too small, so your feet were killing you. And then, your cars heater broke, so you were freezing, and you were starving. Particularly for spaghetti tacos, stupid cravings. You were five months pregnant with Roberts baby and you were engaged too. You both were only nineteen so sometimes life and growing up so fast was difficult. Today, your baby boy decided to sit right on your bladder and play soccer in your stomach. So besides the baby making you feel sick, you were just feeling crappy in general. You threw your purse and presentation papers onto the floor by the foyer, not caring if the contents of your purse went flying everywhere, you just needed to sit don and take a deep breath. You held your growing baby bump, and sighed, “I can tell you’re going to be great at soccer.” You told your unborn child with a roll of your eyes.“Baby?” You heard Roberts voice. You lifted your head, sighing with a smile. You walked/waddled over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Even after five years of dating, and the added four inches to your height you still had to stand on your tiptoes to hug Robert. “Hi babe.” You huffed into his shoulder, and Roberts’s arms wrapped around your waist hugging you as tight as he could without straining your stomach. “Hi beautiful. Rough day?” Robert asked, and you nodded instantly. “He told me my presentation was sloppy.” Robert pulled away, looking at your disappointed face. He pressed a kiss to your nose, knowing it tickled and made you giggle. You did indeed smile, and Robert took that as the perfect time to kiss you. You sighed into the kiss, humming in appreciation for your fiancé. “How’s junior?” Robert asked after you both pulled away. He leaned down to your swollen belly, holding the sides gently as he laid a kiss on top your sweater. “Well he’s pretty comfy on my bladder-“ You paused, “Which reminds me I have to pee.” Robert chuckled as you pecked his cheek and scurried away to the bathroom. After you went to the bathroom, you changed into one of Roberts t-shirts and some sweatpants, tossing your hair up in a messy bun. When you came out, Robert wasn’t in the living room anymore; he was in the kitchen, cooking something. You sniffed the air, nearly falling over. Robert was making spaghetti. “Robert, yes!” You cheered running into the kitchen. Robert jumped, nearly spilling noodles everywhere. What happened? What’s wrong?” “Nothing you shrugged. I’m just happy you’re making spaghetti.” You said absentmindedly as you went to the pantry for the taco shells. Once you got them, Robert gave you a look. “Really? Again?” He nodded towards the crispy taco shells. You furrowed your brows, “What? Its good.” “Yeah and last week you were dipping pretzels in pickle juice. I think it’s the cravings talking, honey.” Robert laughed, kissing your temple as you laughed with him. As Robert cooked, you walked around the kitchen aimlessly as he told you about his day. “-and then Zach called me and said he’d be in town next week, so he’ll stay with us for a few days if that’s okay with you babe.” “Mhm,” You nodded, hugging Roberts waist from behind and resting your head on his back as he cooked. “That’s fine I miss Zach.” Robert chuckled breathlessly, as he put the spaghetti in a bowl for him, and a taco shell for you. He carried it into the living room, because he could just tell from your expression earlier that you just wanted to sit down and watch TV. Robert turned on MTV, and ridiculousness was on. You cringed, you loved this show but you could feel the pain from the stupid stunts from your own living room. After you were done eating, you and Robert abandoned your plates onto the coffee table, and curled up under a blanket. Robert was up against your back, as you both laid sideways on the couch. His large hands traced random patterns on your stomach, as if he was rubbing the baby’s head and lulling him to sleep too. You sighed in content, this was definitely your comfort zone. You felt safe under Roberts strong arm as he held you close to him, and you snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I love you Y/N.” Robert kissed your neck, knowing you were drifting off to sleep. “I love you too Robert.” You replied with a yawn, feeling your son kick your stomach repeatedly. “Can you not.” You mumbled to the baby, rubbing your stomach. Robert giggled, “What?” “Not you babe, the baby.” “Oh” Robert nodded a little, before kissing your necks again and directing his conversation to his son, “Hey bud. Mommy’s had a rough day, wanna give her a little break?” He rubbed your stomach, and you chuckled “You’re great at discipline.” “The best.” Robert smiled cheekily, before kissing your cheek and nuzzling his head back into your neck, “Now go to sleep babe, I’m tired.” “Me too.” You yawned again, taking a deep breath. “I love you.” “I love you too.” “I was talking to the baby.” You joked with a smirk knowing it would irritate Robert. “Wow, shots fired, babe.” He deadpanned and you giggled. “I’m just kidding,” You reassured, and pecked his lips. “I love you too.” Hope you like it! ~owner
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 02:42:11 +0000
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