Chapter 33

"Have you been watching me sleep?" she eventually asked, though it sounded more like an accusation. I just laughed, not even bothering to defend myself. "You're growing my baby, I'm allowed to watch you sleep," I retorted back before slipping out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants and fleece quarter zip. She scoffed at my reply before grunting as she awkwardly pushed herself up in bed, her belly prohibiting the movement from being anything but graceless. "I can't even see my feet, I haven't been able to see them since I was, like, three months," she whined childishly while wiggling her toes. I dropped my head down and laughed, unable to stop even when she gave me her best pouty face. "Yes, well you are six, almost seven, months pregnant," I stated the obvious before pulling out one of my old college sweatshirts to give to her along with a pair of her maternity leggings. "You know, I have clothes of my own. I don't always need to bo