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She smiled happily and because he had succeeded with the entire setup and location. âTo make some babies, huh? Which are going to be complete cuties if I do say so my self,â She smiled playfully before her mind began to wander and the imaginative scenario of a small being with them, lounging in the hut with them and probably even napping right about now, it made her think. A lot, and just one thought led to another before she was off in la la land, picture the future.
âItâs so surreal. All that planning and we finally crossed that finish line and began a new journey.â She sighed as she tucked hair behind her ear, returning from her mental escape into parenthood. âIâm not nauseous anymore, which is great because that means that I can stomach a burger with bacon. Oh and advocados sound good too.â She chuckled lightly before she thought about the toppings. It wasnât until she rubbed her hungry stomach that a thought dawned on her, based on the gesture, one that felt like history repeating right about now.
âWhatâs todayâs date?â She asked, quickly sitting up while she unlocked her phone.
âYeah, come on you know once we get back thatâs all anyone is going to be asking,â he laughed as he played with her fingers. He watched her for a moment and almost saw her mind working and knew what she was thinking about. He thought about it too. âThey are going to be adorable, who are you kidding,â he chuckled as he kissed her again.Â
âI know. Itâs insane. I canât believe we actually did it,â he said as his arms went around her. When she started talking about food, he tilted his head and laughed. âThatâs an interesting combo,â he laughed before thinking, âA burger sounds really good. But Iâm glad you donât feel nauseous.â He relaxed back a little before noticing her quickly sat up. âUm..I donât know. I think itâs like the 8th or something.â
Andreaâs eyes danced around the screen as she looked between dates. Had she been calculating incorrectly? Perhaps the numbers were off and the entire haze of wedding planning and Grantâs small filming period might just be throwing her off. Those were her exact thoughts right now at least. She slowly put her phone down and rested her head against his chest. âLetâs go get that food and maybe hit the jacuzzi?â She suggested, looking up at him, her lips puckering in the process. She just couldnât get enough of his kisses. Could anyone blame her?















