“Steven Randel get your đít, mông, ass in here!” bạn yell from the bathroom.
Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” bạn groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” bạn lift up your áo sơ mi to hiển thị the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are bạn smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.