Bailey POV
"Are you sure this dress still fits?" I ask for the third time, smoothing my hands over the fabric.
I am nearly ten weeks pregnant and I am not showing much yet, but I swear my clothes feel tighter. Or maybe I'm just hyperaware of every little change in my body now.
"You look beautiful," Orion says from where he is setting the table. "Stop worrying."
"I'm not worrying," I protest. "I'm just... your entire family is coming over. Both our families, actually. And I want everything to be perfect."
I don't know why I am acting like Orion on our first doctor appointment.
"It will be perfect," Orion assures me, walking over to wrap his arms around me from behind. His hands settle on my stomach.
It's a gesture that has become automatic for him since he learnt I was pregnant.
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