((I shuffled it like five bajillion times absentmindedly before I looked lol. And I’m just making the drabble for this cause ew that’d be a weird starter. Unless you want a starter. But I changed M-preg to pregnant cause Erica isn’t a guy.))
Erica sighed, turning towards him and letting out a shaky breath. “You’re only saying that because we’re a couple. And you can’t actually say that I look bad cause you know I’ll smack you.”
She had put on a pair of leggings and a sweater dress, but she felt fat still. All her clothes made her fat though. But Erica couldn’t actually be mad for that, it was just a part of nature.
Jeremy groaned, moving up behind her and wrapping his arms around her body tightly. “Erica, you’re pregnant. You can’t help the way you look.” Since Erica was in her fifth month already, she wasn’t actually able to hide the large bump protruding from her shirt, and she had been insecure ever since.
“You do realize that that is a child growing inside of you, right Erica? The bigger you get, the better it is for the baby. You’re definitely not fat by any means. You’re beautiful, glowing, and healthier than ever.”
Getting away from her back and moving to her front, he placed his hands on her stomach and smiled. “Our baby is going to be the healthiest, most handsome, luckiest little boy in this whole world, okay? And I love you, every step of the way.” He added, leaning down and kissing her before getting to his knees and kissing her stomach. “And you too.”
Erica couldn’t help but smile. She knew Jeremy was going to be a wonderful father someday. “Alright.” Erica waddled over to the couch and grabbed her purse before turning back to him. “I’m ready to go to dinner now.”
