Mistakes We Knew We Were Making: Ch 3
Moodboard: @luminouswriter
“This is your fucking fault, you know,” Clarke mumbled.
“I’m aware.” Murphy barely hid the smile in his voice.
“God,” Clarke complained and she tucked the blanket a bit tighter around her feet which were perpetually cold these days, “I seriously don’t understand how people choose to do this multiple times.”
“My guess it has something to do with the baby you get at the end of it,” Murphy laughed. “So I take this to mean you aren’t hungry.”
Clarke sighed. “Maybe a little.”
“Grilled chicken and buttered pasta it is,” Murphy said, standing and placing a kiss on her temple.
The nausea and puking weren’t the only annoying things so far. Besides being moody, tired, and having to pee all the time she also had horrible food aversions. The only thing she seemed to be able to handle was chicken and rice or chicken and pasta. What was the point of dating a chef if her taste buds had devolved into that of a toddler?
But Murphy never complained. Whatever she needed he made sure she had. More pillows? Done. Comfy socks? Done. Any food, comfort items, or entertainment he was happy to provide. She was pretty sure he was trying to make up for something but she wasn’t about to complain. She was pregnant after all.
The truth was, she was actually pretty excited. Sure, the nerves were still there and she knew they were in no way prepared. Even still, maybe it was natural instinct or something, but the idea of holding a baby that was half her and half Murphy made her get butterflies. Ok, maybe that was just more nausea, but the sentiment stood all the same. They were having a baby.