"Babe.." I moan. It's 3am and im hungry. "Babe," I whisper again tapping Dillon on the shoulder. Dillon stirs and faces me. "What's up baby doll?" he asks me in a deep husky voice. "Do we have tomatoes?" I ask him sounding determined.
"I guess so. Why?" he asks with a chuckle. "Can you bring me a few?" I ask him. Dillon laughs. "By a few you mean..." he says. "About four," I say and rub my eyes. "I think one of the kids may be vegetarian," I laugh.
"I'll be right back," he mutters, kissing my cheek. He slowly rolls out of bed and goes to the kitchen to fetch me some tomatoes. I lie back and rub my stomach. It's exactly two months into my pregnancy and my stomach is really begining getting big.
I still don't look like a huge whale but since I'm carrying three children I already don't fi
