Forever & Always

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

-Never Stop.-

I sat on the couch in mine and Louis' flat. I rubbed my now prominent, seven month belly. Posey was now the size of a durian. Or more like a dragon fruit. Either way, there was no way of hiding my pregnancy now. I turned on my phone. It flashed:

18:29

August 29

I sighed and unlocked my phone. While I did, I placed a piece of a donut in my mouth. For Louis, it'd be around twelve pm.. He should've called by now.

"Yeah. He should've. But he didn't." I mumbled through a mouthful.

I had been eating nonstop. Posey always wanted something to eat. She was always hungry. Or maybe I was. Either way, I was eating a lot. I opened the Instagram app and looked through Louis' recent pictures. My favorite was one he posted last week. It was a picture Danielle had taken. It was of me smiling down to my prominent belly. The caption read:

louist91 missing my girls! :(xx #twomoremonthsforposey #countdowntoposey

I couldn't help but smile. I also couldn't help but read the comments.

How far management is willing to go. Smh.

Eleanor is probably wearing a fake stomach.

She isn't preggo, guys! It's fake!

I almost scoffed. I could've choked from laughing. Comments like these made me laugh.

"Do you hear that, Posey?" I asked my belly as I finished the rest of the donut, earning a flutter from my baby. "You aren't even real!" I laughed. I soon pouted. I finished eating the donut before shaking my head. "Don't listen to them, darling. You're mine and daddy's princess."

It was only the comments that were towards Posey that made me angry. She's an unborn baby. What harm has she done to anyone. People had already commented on sonogram pictures of how ugly a baby she was going to be since I was her mum. I had to restrain myself from reacting, though. I couldn't be in so much distress. It wasn't good for Posey.

I went to grab a donut and frowned when there was no more. I huffed and placed a hand on my belly before getting up. I grabbed my phone and the donut wrapper with the other hand. I walked into the kitchen and threw away the trash. I glanced over to the sink. Next to it, was a bottle drain and brushes to clean the bottles. Those bottles were currently in one of the cupboards. I smiled softly before heading upstairs. My smile only spread as I approached the room I was heading to.

The nursery.

I slowly walked inside the room. The walls were painted in a pastel pink. They had been decorated with all sorts of cartoons. The cartoons were all in pastel colors as well, adding a warm feeling to the room. The crib, along with the furniture, were a light wooden color. Everything was custom made, really. Letters were hung on the wall. They of course, spelled out our baby's name.

Posey J. Tomlinson

It was hung just above her crib. On top of the crib there hung butterflies. Besides the crib was the changing table. On the adjacent wall stood the dresser, just under the large window. The window curtains were a light purple to match the wall decorations. Then, opposite of the crib was the massive closet that was already full with diapers, wipes, clothes and shoes that everyone, including me, had boughten for her. On the last wall, there were two rocking chairs. One for me, one for Louis. I went over to sit on the rocking chair that was meant for me, my hand holding my stomach.

The seat was comfortable and soft. My guesses were that Posey felt that I was comfortable, because she moved around and kicked against my stomach. With a smile on my lips, my eyes fluttered shut.

I was sleeping for maybe five minutes, when my phone snapped me out of my dream land. The ringtone filled the once quiet room.

Baby Daddy 😉

Flashed across my screen. It still earned a laugh from me. Louis had changed it last time we saw each other. He said it made him seem more 'gangsta'. I rolled my eyes and slid my finger across the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Babe! How are you? How's Posey?" Louis' voice chirped.

"She's good. I'm good. How's Illinois?" I asked, rubbing my stomach.

"It's pretty good. I can't complain." He responded. "Hey, did you go to the doctors today?"

"Yes, I did."

"And when will it be?"

"Two months exactly. October twenty-ninth." I murmured with a grin.

"Wow. Two months!" A laugh was heard. I smiled, he seemed so happy. "Babe, I know we both wanna meet Posey, but can you wait like two days after?"

"What?" I asked, not really sure what he was asking.

"Well, Posey can be born on Halloween! That'd be so epic."

God, he was such a guy. "Louis.." I laughed and shook my head. "I don't choose. She does."

"Well, try and convince her!" He whined.

I rolled my eyes with another laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I'll email her about it." I joked as I got up, letting out a small grunt at how much force I had to put in to lift myself.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked, sounding worried.

"Louis, I was just getting up.." I mumbled with a small laugh.

"Well," he sighed and the line went silent for a moment. I knew he wanted to be here. He would always tell me how much he wished he could be here. "I feel like shit being all the way over here. Anything could happen to you."

I shook my head as I walked back to our room. "Louis, I'm fine. Danielle comes every day to check on me. Your mum comes around a lot too. I'm not completely alone."

My eyes scanned the room. On my side of the bed, there was a white bassinet. Me and Louis had agreed that Posey would sleep there until she was two months. Then she'd move to her own room. On my bedside table, there was also a small television that, when turned on, showed Posey's room. Next to it, was a sound monitor. We had decided on both a sound monitor and a camera.

"But right now you are." He huffed.

I slowly got into bed and moved under the covers. I had to lay on my side now. The doctor said it wasn't good for the baby if I was on my back. "I still have two months, Louis. I'm fine. I promise."

"Okay.. What are you doing?" He asked.

"I just got into bed."

"Bed? What time is it?"

I looked at the clock. "Around nineteen thirty."

He went quiet for a bit. He then began counting quietly. "One.. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen and nineteen. Then that's... One, two, three, four, five.. Six.. And seven... Darling, it's seven- well, nineteen." He huffed as he searched for what words to say. "It's really early. Why are you going to bed?"

"Because Posey wakes up bright and early and decides to push on my bladder. So I have to get up and pee and then go eat." I mumbled with a yawn.

"Put me on speaker."

I pulled the phone from my ear and put it on speaker. "There.." I said with a smile.

This was almost a routine. At night, he'd call. No matter what time it was for him. He'd call and at the end, when I was in bed, he'd tell me to put it the phone on speaker and sing me and Posey to sleep. Well, mostly me. Posey would stay awake, kicking me.

He wouldn't sing his songs, though. He'd sing slow songs that he thought would fit the moment.

Then he began. "This is my love song to you... Let every woman know I'm yours... So you can fall asleep each night, babe, and know I'm dreaming of you more."