Meghan Trainor and Charlie Puth have made a song and a music video together, kissed on television, and much more. Through it all, they remained best friends. When everyone else sees it but themselves how will a week of Christmas spirit and togethern...
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13474 likes. 2378 comments. No tags. @meghan_trainor: we thought we should tell you before the rumors start getting outta hand... 👶👶
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@marlie_da_best: OMG WHO IS WE
@britxley: ew who had sex with her
@malloryglamlover: hope it dies 🤗
@emmmypalmer: Go bff!!! Rock that pregnant look!!!!!!!!
@meghan_trainor: fuck forgot to disable my comments --
Meghan's POV: The backlash. As if being raped and pregnant by that sick bastard wasn't enough. Raped and pregnant. Two words that should never go together. Today had started off great and now I was in my room, alone, sobbing my eyes out.
[flashback to this morning]
"Charlie.." I whisper as I leave small kisses all over his body. It's currently eight in the morning and I am dying for Chef Charlie's pancakes. I kiss my way up his ear and slowly nibble on his ear lobe before kissing my way back down and across his jaw. He still refuses to wake up. I groan and move underneath the blankets to find his usual morning wood. I slowly remove his underwear and begin to stroke his length. I start to hear grumbles and go a little faster. Soon Charlie shoots up in bed and grumbles his way to the bathroom. Why? No more sex on the bed. My mom kinda, sorta, put laundry in while I was trying to wash the blanket and got pissed. So whenever Charlie has to release, he has to go the bathroom. I get up from my spot and grab my phone, looking through my notifications. I spot one and smile,
"First Prenatal Checkup 🎉"
I wonder what it will be like. I start to hear more grumbles and moans from the bathroom and start to chuckle quietly. As I start to day dream, Charlie walks back in.
"Good morning beautiful." He yawns.
"Morning." I chirp, eyes glued to my phone. Charlie makes his way over to me and lays down beside me, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and another across my bump.
"What are you doing?" He asks trying to peak at my phone.
"I'm just going through Instagram and liking some pictures." I answer showing him my phone quickly and then turning it back before he can see who's profile I'm on.
