Small Bump

Chapter.25.

8 months Pregnant.

Callie's P.o.v.

I soon woke up the dim light shining in my eyes. I turn to see my curly boy laying next to me, but he isn't there. I stepped out of bed heading for the restroom.

After not finding him in there and doing my business.

I waddle to the kitchen to make myself some toast and tea.

"Hello beautiful." His muscular arms wrapped around me, his hands on top of my belly.

"Hey," I kissed his cheek. "Where were you this morning? I was alone." I smiled turning around to face him.

"I woke up early I didn't want to wake you so I just came out to the living room and watched some SpongeBob." He grinned.

"You and your SpongeBob." I giggled kissing him.

"Darcy better like it." He whispered in my ear while I spread the purple jam across the crispy bread.

"I'm sure she will." I smiled.

"I'm going to take you some where." He smiled.

"Where? I just woke up. It better not be a club."

"Damn." He cursed. "Why not?"

"I'm pregnant!"

"So, just because you are pregnant you can't go to a club?" He questioned.

"Um no."

"I didn't want to take you to a club anyway."

"Where did you want to take me anyway?" I questioned.

"Well, you're 8 months pregnant with my baby and you haven't met my step-mum." He said taking me to the table to sit with him so he could finish eating his cereal.

"Yeah. And?"

"You are going to meet her today at noon." He smiled.

"What time is it?" I questioned taking a bit of my toast.

"Um," he looked down at his watch, " about 11:22."

"If you knew your mum was coming today why didn't you wake me up!?" I half yelled.

"You looked to... Beautiful."

His words making red heat rush to my cheeks.

"Harry, I love you."

"I love you too, now go get dressed, please." He smiled.

"Would you get me clothes while I'm in the shower?" I asked batting my eye lashes.

"Anything for you, princess." He smiled his dimples popping slightly.

+*+*+

Soon there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it, love." Harry said running to the door.

"Thanks."

"Harry!" Two voices said at the same time. Wait, two?

"Where is she?" A slightly higher girls voice asked.

"In the living room."

"Callie?" Said who had to be Harry's mum.

"Yes ma'am." I smiled trying to get off the couch.

"Oh please call me, Anne."

"Pleasure to meet you Anne and..." I trailed off.

"Gemma!" She smiled giving me a hug. "Harry was right. You do smell like Vanilla."

I whip my head around to see Harry's cheeks turning a deep red.