In Tilly's Tummy

Chapter 19- Don't ever leave me

Three months later, mid September...

-Troye's POV-

I wipe sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand as I help the movers bring more boxes into the house.

Tyler and I are in the process of moving into our new house. It's been a week-long move. It has been such a hassle to get my stuff moved from Australia all the way to LA. And what stresses me out even more is the fact that the rest of my family are moving to LA too. It was apparently their 'big surprise' I'm not mad or anything, I'm actually quite ecstatic that they'll be here for the birth of the twins, it's just that I'm so stressed out. I have to put my whole career on hold for basically the rest of the year.

Around a month or two ago Tyler and I filmed and posted a video to YouTube about his pregnancy. Everyone was flabbergasted, astonished and confused. We had to show the ultrasound pictures and Ty's steadily growing baby bump as proof. Our fans didn't believe us for the longest time, but after some time they all believed us and accepted the truth. They were actually ecstatic when they realized that it wasn't all just some big elaborate prank. Sure, we got some nasty comments here and there, but it's nothing compared to the support from our amazing fans. We're actually making weekly vlogs about Tyler's whole pregnancy journey. They'll be fun to look back on in a few years.

"Babe, are you sure that you don't wanna take a brake?" Tyler was sat on the couch, a bowl filled with some strange concoction resting on his enlarged tummy- I mean baby bump.

"But there's still so many boxes.. Maybe in another twenty minutes or so I'll be ready for a small break."

Even though its technically supposed to be 'Autumn' outside, it feels like Hell's Kitchen in and outside. Los Angeles' weather is so utterly fucked up. The extreme humidity messes with my hair, plus we haven't gotten our air con unit or wifi set up yet. I think the repair man dudes are gonna stop by tomorrow, I honestly don't know for sure. I think it's written on a sticky note near the fridge or something like that. I don't know, Tyler handles these kinds of things since he's rented an apartment and knows more about houses and utilities than I do.

"Aren't you hungry yet?.. You've been lifting boxes and moving shit around for over two hours."

Connor came up behind me, giving my shoulder a firm squeeze. "Dude, just take a break and eat something."

"Fine." I run my fingers through my sweaty hair, sitting down beside my fiancé on the couch. I peer over at the bowl that is filled with strange stuff and balancing atop his tummy. "What is that?.."

"It's a mixture of everything I could find in the fridge. Want some?" Tyler offered, holding the bowl close to my face. I sniffed it, regretting it after when my nose crinkled and I gagged.

"Is that onions mixed with marinara sauce and greek yogurt?"

"Like I said, it's everything that I could find in the fridge." He rolled his eyes, re-balancing the bowl atop Troyler. I took the spoon from the bowl, giving it a small taste. It was absolutely fucking terrible, but a very hormonal Tyler doesn't need to hear my overly one-sided opinion.

"What do you think of it?" He giggled, smiling at me. God, he's so adorable. I still can't believe he's all mine. Well, he'll be all mine once we tie the knot, which we'll have no time to do while he's pregnant and me and my family are moving across the globe.

I had to force myself not to gag as I gave him a thumbs up. "It's okay, but I think I'll just order a pizza."

"Make that two." He set his bowl down on the floor then placed his hands on Troyler. I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.