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Sidra's sprawled out on the couch, sleeping as peacefully as ever. She's covered in a thick blanket. My blanket I wrap myself in when I walk around half-naked because I swear this fucking loft is freezing sometimes. I place a light kiss on her forehead and a soft grin curls her lips. I carefully and slowly snake my arms under her then lift her off the couch. The blanket slides off her and I notice she's wearing my black shirt and gray sweats that are way too big on her. I fucking love her. 
Instantly, she wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face into my neck. I hold her close as I carry her upstairs. I settle her on our bed then cover her with the sheets. She's still sound asleep but my presence keeps a smile on her face. 
But then she winces as she snuggles into bed. "Hey," I whisper, brushing my fingertips across her cheeks. 
"Hurts..." she groans. "My...boobs."
I peck her lips. "I'll be back."
I hurry back downstairs where Christian is sleeping on the armchair. I start picking up empty bottles of beers on the coffee table he left then I notice a little note. 
Check the fridge, the small piece of paper reads in Sidra's handwriting. I pick up her mug, the last thing I can handle with the number of beers this motherfucker left. I put them away then open the fridge. 
I love you -Sidra. It's another note tapped to a mason jar of a homemade smoothie. I fucking love when Sidra makes my smoothies. I swear it's like she drops a piece of her love in them. She doesn't make them often because she's convinced I will get bored of them after a while. I grab the jar, tearing off the lid, and chug down half the smoothie. 
I heard Christian get up before he spoke. "Where's Sidra?"
I wipe my lips, turning to face him. "In our bed. Where else? How could you let her sleep on the couch? She's pregnant. She can't sleep on a couch."
"She fell asleep after me. I had no control after that." He gets up from the armchair and collapses on the couch. 
"Sure, you can sleep here," I mutter. I finish the rest of my smoothie then I hurry upstairs and strip down to my boxers. Now that I think about it, I'm glad I have to leave my uniform at work. I don't have to worry about tossing that stupid thing around. 
I crawl into bed and carefully pull Sidra close, wrapping my arm around her lower waist instead of her chest. I know her boobs hurt. I rest my head on her stomach. I'm trying to stop because sooner or later her stomach will be swollen with our baby growing inside, but I'm too tired and convince myself that one night won't hurt. 
"Mm," she hums, dragging her hand through my messy hair. "How was...work?" Her lovely voice is thick with sleep. 
"Shhh, it's okay. Just sleep."
"Smoothie?"
I chuckle. "Yes, baby, I got the smoothie. Thank you."
She grabs my arm with both hands. "I love you."
"I love you." I kiss her stomach and she squeezes my arm. "Just sleep." 
Sidra
As promised, Sam is there when I woke up. I was so excited but then I remembered that he won't be up for hours. Instead of turning grim, I focus on the bright side; he's here. That's all that matters. I held him close for a while until I fully woke up and my body begged to be stretched. I struggled from underneath Sam then climbed out of bed. 
"Morning," Christian smiles as I enter the kitchen. He must've just woken up too because he's just now getting started on breakfast. 
"Good morning."