✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :-
Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it.
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"I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could...
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B E L L A
"Can I have more, please?" I whined, making grabbing hands at the tub of ice cream in Reyan's hand.
"No. You alright ate the whole tub." Reyan exclaimed and I huffed glaring at him.
"Because I'm eating for two." I sassed back when he narrowed his eyes at me.
"But, it's mine. I bought them." He stated snugly.
"Yeah for me. That's what you said an hour ago. Now fucking give me my ice cream." I ordered when he stuck his tongue out at me and ran to the couch. I groaned, jealousy swirling inside me seeing him running without any trace of pain.
And here I am— thirty eight weeks pregnant unable to move an inch. I can barely see my toes, and even though everyone love to remind me how small I'm carrying and how great I'm looking, I still feel like shit.
I've had an on and off morning sickness these past few weeks, that wasn't all that bad. If I watched what I ate, baby was happy and didn't seem to complain, but these past few weeks have been hell. The baby loves to kick, especially when I'm comfortable and laying on the bed.
"Why are you staring at me? Do I look handsome? Not that I care because I always do." Reyan voice broke my train of thoughts and I send him a glare watching him eat all the ice cream he told he bought for me.
"Reyan give it to me now." I said in a serious tone.
"No."
"Fine." I said narrowing my eyes at him and he frowned. "I'm going to call Mahir." I grinned causing his eyes to widen.
"MA—
"Okay, okay take it." He said shoving the bowl at my face and I grinned widely. This trick always works on him.
I was happily enjoying the vanila ice cream when Reyan snatched it out of my hands, again. "You lied. Mahir isn't at home."
I giggled knowing I fooled him but he only glares at me.
"I'm going to eat all these and the left over in the fridge." He smirked and was about to make a run when he bumped into Mahir, looking up at him with sheepish grin.
"Oh, my dear bestfriend. How are you here?" He chuckled nervously as Mahir pinned him with a sharp glare that had Reyan grumbling in annoyance.
"Give it to her." Mahir ordered and I beamed when Reyan placed the tub of ice cream in front of me throwing me a dirty glare before storming away.
"Thank you, Mahir." I pecked my husband's cheek as he sat on the thigh and pulled me in his lap, gently. He picked up a spoon, dipping it in the ice cream before holding it out to me.
I ate happily as Mahir fed the ice cream to me, his free hand wrapped around my waist and affectionately rubbing my stomach.
"How are you feeling?" He asked feeding me another spoon and I shrugged.
