(TYLER)
(Six Months Pregnant)
I grumble, turning over on the bed. "I feel like I want to pee all the time, the baby likes to sleep on my bladder."
"You whine a lot of late."
I frown at Sasha. "I'd love to see how you'd behave with a watermelon pressing on your bladder daily and through the night."
"Don't turn me on, baby." He plants a trail of kisses on the side of my neck.
"I'll complain as much as I want."
He snickers. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry I even said anything."
"You should be."
I feel a pang of guilt nudge at me for snapping at him. He isn't wrong when he says I complain a lot lately. That I do. It's only because the baby is growing bigger by the day and the pregnancy symptoms keep getting annoying each day. I feel like an inflated ball. It's getting even more stressful to move about.
