77: Both Stubborn

Jarren

“Baby, whatever you put on, you’ll look great in it,” I called into the closet, while I sat on the bed waiting for Jillie to get dressed. 

“Shut up, Jarren,” she shot back, and I had to keep myself from smiling. 

“What exactly is the problem?” I questioned, lying back on the bed.

“My pants don’t fit, and my shirts are way too tight now,” she responded, walking out of the closet. I looked over at her and couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. She was almost thirty-one weeks, and it was completely noticeable. It was as if she’d just popped.

            Sitting back up, I held my arms out, and she walked into them. She laid her head on my shoulder as I rubbed her back. I didn’t need her getting upset right now. We would have enough of that to come in the next f