chapter 4

"Congratulations Mrs. and Mr. Wilson, you are expecting!"
I look over at Derek, who is as astonished as me. "I thought it would be near impossible for Lauren to get pregnant!"
The nurse smiles, taking off her gloves. "Only a little bit, but ever since you two started taking those hormone pills, your fertility has doubled."
I blush a deep red as Derek snorts. Those 'hormone pills' were supposed to get us hornier.
"You will need to check in every 2 months just for some moderating, but everything seems quite normal. I recommend you start preparing, as you are almost done with your first trimester."
I beam, still looking at my husband, who looks over joyed. "Thank you so much!"
The nurse smiles and walks to the door. "No problem. I'll leave you two alone for a sec." she closes the door.
Derek looks at me for a second before erupting into giggles, which I join in.
"We're gonna have a baby!" I squeal. I rub my stomach, which is more inflated than normal. "I knew I was gaining weight like you!"
Derek chuckled, his shirt rising a bit to reveal his bloated belly from his large breakfast. I tickle his underbelly and bit my lip.
Derek's cheeks grow red, but he continues to smile. He pulls his shirt down, but it rises up as he laughs again. I smirk and run my fingers over his moobs.
"Aw, we may need to get you some bigger clothes," I tease as I squeeze his nipples.
"But didn't you buy these last month?" he asks. "How could I be outgrowing my clothes this quickly? Have I been eating that much?"
"D, you've basically inhaled all the food in our fridge," I say, grabbing my bag. "And we should stop by the mall to get some new clothes. Not just for you," I add as I open the door. "I'm going to get huge."
"But not for the same reason I will," he mutters as we walk back to the car.
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"Lauren, are you kidding me?"
I look over at him. We're in Macy's picking out new outfits for our expanding bodies. I already got t shirts, tank tops, leggings and jeans in bigger sizes to help with my pregnancy, and now we're shopping for Derek.
"Babe, what?" I say, annoyed.
He yanks the curtain open. The jeans I made him try on are at least 2 sizes small, the button and hole could never connect. "This. These are size 34's."
I shrug and went back to my phone. "Just get some 36's and 38's. No big deal."
Derek sighs dramatically. "I can't just get a bigger size, I'll grow out of that too!"
I roll my eyes and waltz over to me. "Listen Derek, you are going to have to get bigger sizes as long as you continue to eat the way you do." I grasp one of his asscheeks and squeeze it. "Just buy the jeans in bigger sizes and when they don't fit anymore, I'll come here and get some more." I lean in close and whisper into his ear, "And when you get too big for jeans, you can squeeze into some sweatpants I'll buy for you for Big and Large."
Derek gives a quite groan and grins as I sit back down. "I'll be out in a minute."
After he changes back into his ill-fitting clothes, we carry the large pile of clothes to the check out. The girl at the raises her eyebrow at the increases sizes, but she says nothing but glances at Derek's round belly.
I throw our clothes into the backseat of the car and get into the passenger seat, Derek driving. As I buckle up, Derek unbuttons his jeans, letting his belly poke out. I smirk.
"I had to!" he exclaims, rubbing the red marks on his stomach. "They were just getting too tight."
I bite my lip and giggle. "How about we make them tighter." I enter in the GPS to the nearest McDonald's. Derek smiles.