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Warnings: swearing, pregnancy, fluff
Word Count: 4.3k | unedited
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Eleven weeks ago, you were sitting in Jake's car telling him you were pregnant with his babies, but it seemed like just yesterday.
Ever since then, Jake has been right by your side, doing everything he possible could for you.
You needed water? He got it.
You forgot your phone upstairs? He quickly skipped up the steps to get it for you.
He was amazing, a little clingy, but it didn't bother you.
You entered the second trimester last week, this week, you were fourteen weeks, and even though most of your symptoms have subsided, you would scour the web making sure every feeling you had was normal.
It was. You were just anxious because with twins, there's already less space than there would be with just one baby.
You sat up out of bed, letting out a sigh as your hand moved to rub the growing bump.
"Hey." Jake rolled over and wrapped his arm around you, his hand laying on top of yours, "Are you guys alright?"
You slide your hand out from under his and lay it on top, "I'm fine, I just need to pee again." You look back at him and he laughs slightly, "Did you get any sleep at all last night?"
"Besides the six times I needed to get up and lay back down, yeah, I got some." You smile and stand up, making your way to the bathroom.
Over the last eleven weeks, the only person close to you that knows, is Gia, and she's been very on top of keeping this lock and key.
No one else knows, and you were actually surprised Jake hasn't said anything. You could tell he was itching to tell Johnnie.
Each time you guys got invited to a party or something, Jake would always so no, he wasn't feeling it, or you had to be up early the next day for work, or something along those lines.
You could tell they were starting to get suspicious, but they didn't say anything.
"Jake." You call out, pulling your shirt tight to your belly, "Come look at this." You barely even finished your sentence before the bathroom door pushes open, "What? What? Everything okay?"
He looks you up and down and you turn to the side, "Does this look like a bump or bloat to you?"
A big smile appears on his face and he nods, "Oh yeah, that's a baby bump, baby."
You feel a smile grow on your face as you watch his hand come closer to you, rubbing up and down your bump, "You literally popped out overnight."
