Celeste’s POV.
I am awoken to the sound of grunts and curses. I sit up as best as I can, because the rounded, protruding belly is obscuring my movements.
I’m currently eight and a half months pregnant and the size of a house. The baby, whom we learnt is a little baby girl, kicks, not liking being disturbed from her sleep. I hiss and rub the spot she kicked.
“I know, sweet one, I don’t like being woken this early either. Shall we go and see what your crazy daddy is up to now?” I ask gently, receiving another kick. Oh, this little lady is pissed, and so am I now because now I have to get up without looking like a damn turtle stuck on its back.
I manage to get off the bed. Hearing a crash and another curse followed by more voices as I waddle my not so happy ass to the doorway. One hand o
