My pregnancy was driving pietro crazy. I would get crazy cravings at midnight. I would cry, laugh. I was a crazy rollercoaster. But he never snapped at me. He was patient.
"Mar, just pick something already."
"But nothing looks good on me." I pouted.
"You look perfect with anything."
"I don't, I look hideous, you don't love." I started to cry.
"You look beautiful with anything, you can wear pj's and still be beautiful."
"Charming." I giggled.
"Thought so."
"Fine, I'll just wear a dress." I said while getting out of the clothes I had on.
We made our way out, I'm also due anytime.
"Finally made it." His mom said.
"Clothes issues." I sighed. They just chuckled.
"I can't wait for Elena to be born." Roy said.
"Me too, I love being pregnant, but Elena needs to pop now." I told th
