He Is Sick

7 months later

I struggled to sit up with my huge bump. The baby was going to be here very soon.

I grunted, trying to sit up and Mathew watched me with an amused expression.

Mathew helped me up, by softly pushing on my back and I smiled at him. Mason then raced into the room and jumped onto the bed.

He was two years old now, and Ellie was one. Mathew and I found out not too long ago that we'd be having a baby girl.

Mason put his small hand on my stomach and smiled. I smiled back at him then at Mathew.

Mathew sighed and rubbed Masons curls.

"Do you want to go to the garden today?"

He asked and Mason nodded. I did too and he smiled at us.

"Alright. Go see aunty Adrien so mommy and daddy can have a shower."

I said to Mason and he nodded. He left the room and Mathew helped me out of bed.

"The due date is soon."

I told him and he nodded.

"It's literally next week."

I added and he stopped.