Ryder’s P.O.V
Ivy and I had finally moved into our new house, still a lot to do but everyone was helping us out that way it will get done quicker and everything will be done before our baby gets here.
“You missed a bit.” Ivy giggled as I was painting the nursery, Ivy sitting on the floor organising the things we already had for the baby
“Stop being mean.” I said turning to her, pouting
“Aww baby I am only messing…sorry.” She laughed “Can you give me a hand up please?” she added
Ivy was now nearly seven months pregnant with a very large bump. I chuckled, bad idea cause she was soon glaring at me. I apologized, going over and helping her up off the floor.
“Surely this can’t get any bigger?” She said rubbing it
There was a chance it would but I was not going to say that to her,
