'i love you' i whisper, pressing another kiss to his bare, water covered shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist as i nuzzle into his back, shielding my face from the shower of water currently pouring over up.

Wes stays silent, his hands still pressed against the shower wall as he hangs his head low, his breathing slightly heavier then it normally is.

i lift my head, pressing a kiss to the center of his back before stepping away, 'i'll just leave you alone for a bit' i almost whisper before stepping out of the shower. I quickly grab a towel, wrapping it around me before heading out into the bedroom.

I change into some black jeans and a white shirt, towel drying my hair as i sit on the end of the bed. Wes walks out seconds later, a towel wrapped around his waist with water beading down his toned chest and stomach.

'are you ok?' i ask, he shrugs his shoulders before walking over to the draws, pulling the top one open and digging around for some clothing. I sigh before standing up and heading out to the lounge room, finding Bella asleep on the lounge.

i smile softly before sitting on the other side, flicking the tv on and aimlessly flicking through the stations.

'are you ready to go get some paint?' Wesley questions, 'Wes, its ok.. the paint can w-' i begin but he cuts me off, 'please, I just want to go get the paint for our little princess, we were meant to get it last week. Im ok, just come on' he speaks.

i nod, turning the tv off before i hop up, 'i'll go grab a jacket' i speak, he nods his head. 'I'll be in the car' he states before heading out the front door.

*Wesley's POV*

'you wanted pink.. and yet we ended up with purple' i smirk, finishing off laying the plastic down on the floorboard to protect it from any paint that could possibly drip onto it. Chloe shrugs, fixing up her cotton shorts. 'I fell in love with the purple' she mumbles.

i just smile, shaking my head slightly before squatting down, opening up the tin of paint and pouring it into the paint container. 'I'll do the high and low parts ok, you just stick to where you dont have to reach up or bend down for, yeah?' i question, Chloe narrows her eyes on me.

'I can bend or reach Wes' she states, i shrug, 'i dont want you to, please.' i say, she sighs but nods, grabbing one of the roller brushes. 'thanks baby' i whisper, pressing my lips to her cheek before grabbing the other brush, both of us beginning to paint the walls.

'You know.. after we paint we're going to have to start shopping for her crib and stuff..' she trails off, i nod my head. 'I know.. we'll deal with that when we're finished this yeah?' i question, she stays silent.

 we're interupted by a knock at the door, I raise my eyebrow at Chloe as she looks at me, she huffs before setting her roller down, heading towards the door. 'Im the pregnant one! you should be the one running around for me!' she calls over her shoulder.

I chuckle, shaking my head as i continue to paint. 'Oh wes!' my mother gasps as she steps into the room, Chloe right behind her smiling, her hand set on her stomach.

'The colour is beautiful' Mum grins, i smirk, continuing to paint as she kisses my cheek. 'how are you?' Chloe asks, she shrugs. 'Im fine, i guess...' she trails off, 'Lets go make some coffee?' Chloe asks, mum nods before they both leave me alone once more to paint.

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'i can't believe we're 22 weeks in' i breath, pressing my lips to the peak of her stomach. Chloe smiles lazily down at me, pulling her hair down over her bare chest.

'Why are you completely shirtless anyways, not that im complaining?' i chuckle, she shrugs. 'Im sore' she pouts, i frown before crawling up beside her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

'i would help, but i'd probably hurt you' i smirk against her cheek, pressing my lips there once more. 'no touching' she states, glaring at me softly.

i nod in agreement. 'no touching baby, just kissing' i speak before gently turning her head with my fingertips, pressing my lips to hers softly.

'god you're cute' she whispers against my lips, i smirk, winking as i bite down on my bottom lip. 'and you're hot' i state, her cheeks heat slightly and i laugh.

'I can still make you blush?!' i exclaim, she nods, placing her hands on her cheeks as she smiles. 'Of course you can' she giggles. i shrug my shoulders, moving back to rest against the head of the bed. 'I thought by now you'd be so use to me complimenting you baby' i say.

'not quiet' she speaks before getting up from the bed, slipping a baggy shirt over her head before she heads for the door, 'coffee?' she calls. 'yeah, please' i speak, she just nods as she walks out of the room.

I let a smile take over my face, leaning my head back as i briefly close my eyes, letting out a deep breath before jumping up and heading out to the kitchen.

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'so, your engaged again?' our interviewer asks, i nod my head, 'yeah' i smile, 'and are you excited to be becoming a father in the next few months?' he questions, i nod furiously. 'Yes!, certainly am, we're having a little girl and im so excited to meet the little angel' i grin.

'thats good man! are yous planning on having more kids after her? or are yous only going to be having one kid?' he speaks, i shrug my shoulders. 'we haven't really talked about it i guess, but its pretty hard while im on tour, im sure its going to be hard enough with just one little girl, so im sure if we did end up having more kids, it will probably not be for a while' i state.

he nods, looking down to the sheet of paper resting in his lap. 'hows Chloe going, with the pregnancy and all?' he continues, i smile, 'she's been so amazing through this whole thing, i couldn't ask for a better fiance, honestly, shes amazing.' i smile.

'im sure you're happy with the hormones kicking in alot' he smirks, my eyes widen slightly before i chuckle slightly, shrugging my shoulders 'there are pros and cons to pregnancy to be honest, she can get into quiet angry moods or she can be in the sweetest, cutest moods or she can be uh.. yeah, but whatever mood, i love her endlessly, so it doesn't bother me'.

'really? pregnancy mood swings dont bother you?' he frowns slightly, i shake my had, 'i wouldn't let it bother me, i mean, getting pregnant takes two so really, the mood swings and hormones are half my fault to' i laugh, he smirks, nodding in agreement as he looks down once more.

'Have yous picked baby names at all?'. i shake my head, biting down on my bottom lip. 'no, we haven't really, im sure it will be something that we'll be talking about soon but so far it hasn't really popped up, but i think its going to be something we wont release until shes here' i state.

'now when you have your baby, is she going to be in the spot light?' he asks, i immediantly shake my head. 'No way. i want to keep my little girl away from the spot light as much as i can, i dont think she should really be around that while shes young.' i answer, he nods.

'I completely agree, i mean paps can be quiet rude sometimes, they dont really care if you have a baby or not, it wont stop them.' he speaks, i nod in agreement.

*Chloe's POV*

'I still can't believe they're getting a divorce' Breezie frowns, i nod in agreement, slowly rubbing my hand in a circle over my bump, frowning softly as i stay silent.

'How are you going with all of that?' i ask, she shrugs her shoulders, running her hand through her hair and pulling it over her right shoulder. 'I dont know, i mean i'd rather them do what makes them happier, but i also don't want my parents to split up, im sure any child wouldn't want that..' she trails off.

I nod, sighing as i look over towards the beach, smiling when i see Wesley walking towards us. 'girls' he smirks, nodding his head. 'hows the surf brother?' Breezie asks. They begin to talk although i completely zone out on them.

My eyes shamelessly scan down Wesley's bare chest, watching the few beads of water slowly slide down his abs. I bite down on my bottom lip as i cross my legs over, mentally cursing at my pregnancy hormones kicking it at a time like this.

'Did you want another coffee?' Breezie asks, completely oblivious to my staring although i knew Wes had caught on from the smirk he was giving me. 'Uh, no im good thanks' i smile softly, she nods, standing from her chair. 'Im gonna order another one take away and then we can go' she speaks before standing from her chair and walking into the cafe.

Wes chuckles as he squats beside my seat, placing his hand on my thigh. 'whats the staring for, baby?' he grins, i roll my eyes, crossing my arms as i glare at him. 'you know what, you shouldn't be parading around shirtless and wet' i state.

he laughs, 'what if i make you wet when we get home babe, will that make you feel better?' he questions, I go to answer although im cut off by an all to familiar voice that i have always dreaded to hear.

'Get your hand off of my daughter!'.

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IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT!

its such a sucky chapter but im honestly in such a writters block with this story right now, if you have any ideas for what you want to happen or something i honestly am up for suggestions and i'll give you credit for the idea of course!

i dont know when i'll update next, i only posted this because i didn't want yous to wait any longer so!

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