Back Together

Happy Birthday, Daddy! 🎁

The time you gifted hubby a.k.a Chris, two chubby and beautiful babies for his 32nd birthday...

Takes place about two years after Meet Cute 💋 & Sweethearts Night ❣️...

~ Chris ~

I roll over in bed, and slowly start to open my eyes. To see a beautiful girl who I get to call mine sleeping beside me, her mouth open and her hair stuck to her forehead.

She has some dried icing on the corner of her lips from her midnight snack last night, almost all the cupcakes she made for me in order to sing me happy birthday at 12:00am sharp.

And she did, and it was the hottest thing ever. She sat right on my lap, and sang me happy birthday, then she teased me a bit which resulted in me thrusting my dick into her pretty mouth...

What more could I want?

My eyes move down her body, and I chuckle softly as I see the shirt that she has on has ridded up her pregnancy belly.

These days she just wears her panties and one of my shirts. That's if she doesn't feel hot, if she feels hot she makes me raise the AC and she will sleep in a tank top.

My girl is almost 32 weeks pregnant with our twins. Yes, there's two 🍼

And we have no idea what they're going to be.

Y/n says they may be twin girls, and if they are, I'll be over the moon. I've always dreamed about having two girls who look just like their beautiful mama.

Having Y/n dress them up in pretty matching outfits, do their hair real nice, oh my god, my heart hurts already.

My mom thinks they may be twin boys, due to Y/n's cravings and simply because she just knows I'm going to have a boy, if not two, at least one.

But despite it all, Y/n and I decided to wait until they were born to find out what they are.

Her due date is next week. If she doesn't show any signs of labor, or if her water doesn't break, the Doc says she must get induced.

The Doc also said Y/n needs to take it easy these days, now that her due date is approaching. Having a twin pregnancy is high risk already as is, adding stress and elevating her blood pressure will do more harm than good.

I reach over to rub her belly, I can't wait to meet my babies. Hold them, and talk to them.

And to think that my girl thought I was joking about my golden sperm...

~ Y/n ~

I wake up to the sensation of Chris's warm hand on my belly.

It feels like I have a big watermelon attached to me, scratch that, make it two large watermelons, that tire me out, swell my ankles up, and make me eat everything that's in the fridge.

I can't wait until these babies are out, I hope they decide to come out soon, and I know it's Chris's birthday today but if they wanted to come today I honestly wouldn't mind.

Chris forbid me to do any planning.

He told me time and time again that he didn't want a party. But guess what, he's getting a party. I mean, c'mon I'm a party planner.

The party planner. I live and breath decorations and birthday cake and aesthetic invitations.

I've been planning his past two birthdays, and I'm sure as hell going to plan this one too. Despite what he says.