~Chapter Twenty Three~

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Chapter Twenty Three
Hailey's POV


"Are we there yet?" I ask for what felt like the hundredth time.


And the answer I would always get would be a 'no'. However, this time it was a different response. "We are about fifteen minutes away" he says, making me smile once again, happy that we were finally nearly there.


We must have been travelling for about an hour, maybe even an hour and a half. And I still had no clue where we were heading; Dylan wanted it to be a surprise for when we got there.


About ten minutes pass and I am told to place a blind fold on, so then it could be a surprise for when we arrive there.


"We are here. Give me two seconds and I'll help you out of the car." Dylan says, nerves bubbling in the out of my stomach.


My door soon opens and Dylan guides me out of the passenger seat and onto the floor, helping me walk to wherever the designation was. "There are a few steps so be careful." He tells me, holding me a little tighter as we climb the steps.


"And you can take the blind fold off!" I take my hands to the back of my head, pulling the blindfold from my eyes. It revealing what looks to be a villa.


"What!" I turn to Dylan totally confused as to why we were here.


"Well the twins will be here sooner than we think and I wanted it to be a surprise so instead of flying, I rented this out for the week." He tells me, making my insides sigh, Dylan has to be the most amazing guy I have ever known, and yet the only reason we were together was this project.


"Look outside" he tells me, a large smile on his lips, walking through the villa to the back I see a large pool, it looking glorious with the sun blaring down on it.


"Dylan, this is amazing, but I haven't got any clothes"


"I packed all of your maternity clothes. They are all in the trunk." He tells me, then goes and grabs our bags while I begin looking around the large villa.


In total it had four bedrooms, one of which had bunk beds in, the others being double rooms. It also had three bathrooms one of which was attached to the master bedroom. Downstairs had a large open planed kitchen, dining space with a closed off living room. To connect to the outside pool, there were two sets of double glass doors. The pool even had a small slide as well as a Jacuzzi next to it. 


"Hungry?" Dylan asks as he walks back down the stairs since he was taking out clothes to the bedroom.


"What food we got to choose from?" I nod before asking him the question.


"Nothing, want to go to the store it's me?" With that the two of us jump back into Dylan's car and make our way to get some food in the house.


"What about pizza?" He asks me, I shake my head, no.


"No thank you. I don't want pizza" I have been saying no to everything he had asked me, the thought of the food making me want to throw


"What about some fries and a burger?" The though if that made my stomach rumble. Nodding with a smile on my face, Dylan places it into the shopping cart, it having other bits and pieces we needed for the time we would be in the villa.


After grabbing more things we needed, we paid and made our way back to the villa, my stomach wanting to eat the burger and fries.


"Come on Hailey! You look fine!" Dylan tells me as I try and cover myself up; we were dressed in our swimming costumes, as we had the idea to have a relaxing swim in the small pool.

"Dylan I don't" I sigh, looking down to my large swollen stomach. I have always been very self conscious with out I look but now with being pregnant, I felt even worse- and I'm not even full term yet.

"Hailey." Dylan begins, Jim walking back over to me and grabbing my face in his large hands. "You are beautiful" he says, pecking my forehead and then kneeling down and kissing my large bump. Him causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach.

"Now stop being silly, and come have a swim with me!" He laughs a little, pulling my at my hand gently as he begins to walk back out of our bedroom.

But once again our alone time gets interrupted by Dylan's phone. Hearing him sigh, he swims to the edge of the pool. "I have to get this, sorry Hailey." He apologies to me. 

"Take it, its important. I'm going to get a warm bath anyway." I tell him, making my way to the steps. Dylan answers his phone as pulls away from kissing me on the lips. I make my way to the bathroom, putting the plug into the bath and turning on the hot and cold water taps, the water gushing out and beginning to fill up the large bath. 

While I wait for it to fill up, I begin placing all my products that I will need, I also began adding bubble bath and some bath salts in. 

As soon as the bath is nearly full, I begin taking off my swim suit, chucking it into a pile by the door. After, I turn off the taps, the water the perfect temperature - not too hot, not too cold. Just right. 

"Hailey?" A knock on the door makes me jump. 

"Yeah?" I reply back. 

"You've been in there for over two hours now? are you okay?" My eyes widen, had I really been in the bath for 2 hours already? Chuckling to myself, I pull at the plug, letting the water start to drain as I stand up. this being more difficult than I would have thought. 

"Erm, Dylan?" I say, finally giving up with the fact that I couldn't get up, to get out of the bath. 

"Everything okay?" I laugh to myself knowing how silly the situation I had put myself in. Once I tell him, he comes in. Luckily, I had not locked the door, this being the only bathroom in the small villa. 

Finally, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, one around my body and the other around my hair, I was out of the bath. The two of us laughing as it took us both ages to actually get me up with the angle being very difficult for Dylan to help. "Remind me never to get a bath again." I sigh, a chuckle coming from Dylan at the thought. 


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