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My Girls (GeorgeNotFound)

I sighed as I hauled myself up, feeling the need to pee for the fiftieth time this morning. I could hear George upstairs streaming with Dream, screaming excitedly. He was doing his job while I was packing up our belongings for the move. This was all I could do since I took time off of work, even though I technically wasn't supposed to be lifting anything while pregnant. I made my way back to the living room after using the bathroom and got to work carefully packing away our pictures. It was nice to take time and look back on the memories. There was a picture of us on our wedding day, the goofy grin widely plastered on George's face. There was another one of us standing in front of our first house, his arms wrapped around my waist as I proudly held out the keys. Then there was the one from the gender reveal party. George was kissing me as pink dust exploded behind us, the excited faces of our friends scattered around the edges. I smiled fondly as I placed the picture in the box before taping it closed and placing it on top of another box. Most of our stuff was packed and it made the room look quite empty.

As I sat there on the floor, I realized something. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to get up off the floor. I groaned as I reached for my phone and texted George to come help me. A second later I heard George laughing followed by his door opening and him coming downstairs. He laughed again at the sight of me and I just glared at him. "Are you gonna help me or not?" I pouted, crossing my arms across my chest. "Of course I will, my love." He came up behind me and put his arms around me, lifting me under my armpits. I kissed his cheek and muttered a, "thanks," which made George laugh again. "Anything for my girls." He joked. I smiled as he walked back upstairs to continue streaming and I went to the kitchen to finish packing in there.

I didn't think that we owned that much stuff between the two of us, but seeing as there were several big boxes of kitchen stuff, I was proven wrong. We had bought paper plates and utensils, so I set to packing our regular plates and utensils. When that was done, I checked the drawers and cupboards, making sure nothing was left. Since we were moving tomorrow morning, most of the boxes had been moved to the front hallway for convenience. I grabbed the box closest to me and carried it out to join the growing pile of boxes. I took a moment to catch my breath and grumble about how being pregnant sucked before I went back for the next box. I was halfway through moving the boxes from the kitchen when George came downstairs and nearly had a heart attack.

"Y/n, darling, what do you think you are doing?" I peered at him around the box I was holding and said, "moving boxes." He took the box from me and put it in the hallway with the others before coming back. He wrapped his arms around me as he said, "You know what the doctor said. You're not supposed to be over-exerting yourself." I sighed in defeat as I practically melted into his arms. "I know, but I was just trying to get stuff done.""I understand, but you still shouldn't be doing it. Anyway, I'm done with work now, so I'll finish moving stuff. You just relax now. You've done good work, but we don't want to put too much stress on the baby." He took my hand in his and led me to a chair. Once I sat, he stood behind me and began rubbing my shoulders, easing my tension out. I let my head fall to the side and I sighed in contentment. George quietly chuckled to himself as he continued on.

After a while, he stopped and began moving the boxes out, making me stay in my seat. When I tried to protest, he threatened to not rub my shoulders again if I so much as lifted a finger. I watched as he finished and then came over to me, taking my hand once more and leading me to stairs. He kept one of his hands around mine and wrapped his other hand around my waist for support as we made our way up the stairs. I huffed when we reached the top and suddenly felt very tired. "I hate how I can't even get up the stairs without being out of breath," I grumbled, "I feel so fat.""No, my love, you're not fat. You are doing the most important job ever and you look incredibly beautiful while doing it." I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help but smile as we made our way to our room.

George helped me change into pyjamas and climb into bed before he changed and joined me. He pulled the covers over us and let me rest my head on his chest as he ran his fingers up and down my back. "I am so ready to get this baby out. I'm so tired because of her and I can't even help tomorrow.""I know, my love, I know." He said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Are you sure I can't help?" I asked, tilting my head up slightly to look at him. He shook his head as he said, "I have told Dream and Sapnap that you're not allowed to do anything, and if you try, I'm going to duct tape you to your seat.""You asshole." I grumbled, burying my head into his chest. He chuckled and the sound reverberated through him. "But just think, we'll soon have our little girl in our arms in our new home." He reminded me. I smiled at the idea as I said, "And she'll have the best dad ever who will always take care of her and be wrapped around her little finger." He laughed and said, "Guilty as charged. I'll do anything for my girls." I hummed sleepily as I felt my eyes begin to close. George pressed another kiss to my forehead before I drifted off to sleep.

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