#linh writes

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“What’s that look for?” Chris asked eventually after y/n kept giving him shy glances 

“What look? I’m not doing anything.” y/n said, hardly even looking at Chris. Sometimes, his eyes just made her too nervous. They were always filled with so much affection for her, it was overwhelming. 

Chris pushes himself over towards his girlfriend who’s sitting on the couch cushion next to him, and raises a hand to her cheek. His palm is hot on her cheek, as he slowly rubs his thumb in a soothing motion, to get her to look at him. 

“You looked mad,” Chris said as he looked at his girl with such loving eyes. 

“I’m not mad.” y/n says as she looks up at him through her lashes. Still a little too shy to look at him properly. 

“I know you aren’t. You just had that look. Still feel like there’s something wrong.” he said as he kissed her cheek. 

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” y/n mutters as Chris brings his hand down off her cheek. The second his hand is off her cheek, Chris sees her face form into a small frown. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow just a smidge, and her lips form a small pout. She shyly glances at his face and then down to the hand that was just holding her cheek.

“Hey. There’s that face again. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, babygirl?” Chris chuckles but reaches his hand back for her cheek. 

The second his hand is back on her cheek, it's like y/n’s entire body relaxed. Her shoulders dropping, leaning her face into his touch, letting herself feel his big, warm hand be so soft on her cheek. 

“No, I’m really not mad. I just… I just wanted this. I wanted to feel your skin on mine, and know that you’re there.” y/n muttered shyly, hiding her face in her hands. “I think I also just really want a hug.” She giggles as she hides her face deeper, not being able to look at his loving eyes. 

“Aww. Babygirl, really? This is all you wanted? Just some physical touch. You are absolutely adorable.” He says, bringing his hands up to her wrist to reveal her face. “C’mon baby. Let me see that sweet face of yours.” He chuckles as he watches her hide her face for a few more seconds before finally giving into his wishes. 

Chris pulls her forward by her waist, maneuvering her around to sit right in his lap. Wrapping his muscular arms around her waist, and squeezing her in a bone crushing hug that they both needed so terribly. 

Y/n lets a little squeak as she wraps her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook where his neck and shoulder meet. Not being able to resist, she pressed light kisses to his neck. 

Chris and y/n walked down the baby aisles of the store. y/n had her arm wrapped around Chris’s muscular bicep. Chris insisted he carry the basket while y/n can pick out anything she thinks they might need before the baby gets here. Now at thirty-nine weeks, y/n still felt that there were a few things the nursery needs, and to just get some small items for the two of them when they have to be up with the baby at who knows what times of night. 

“Are there any snacks you want?” Chris asked through fond eyes. He loved it when his wife held onto his arm like this. And being able to see the way she now waddles just slightly, he finds it absolutely endearing. “You know we’ll have to be up all through the night. I want to make sure you get the things you need to stay comfy.” Chris said through a smile. 

“I honestly don’t know what snacks I want. But I did want to get a few other items, some diapers, maybe a cute baby wrap? So I can wear him when he’s here.” Y/n said with a shy smile. She could feel herself starting to get misty eyed at the thought of being able to hold her baby. The excitement, fear, but most of all, being able to experience this with Chris. 

“I think we have enough clothes and toys for him from my parents, your parents, and the boys.” y/n said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Your parents gave us so much stuff. Hannah did get him a onesie that she said he has to wear home from the hospital.” y/n giggled as she looked up at her husband’s faux annoyed face. “It's the one with Curious George on it? I think it’s super cute. He’s going to look adorable in it.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? I didn’t realize she got him that one. She told me she was getting him one that had Finn and Jake, from Adventure Time on it. I’m glad it’s going to be a lot cuter than what she had told me.” Chris chuckled. “Alright, let's just find the wrap, some snacks, and diapers.” Chris smiled down at his wife as he poked her side in a teasing manner. 

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“Chrissy” y/n called sweetly. “Chris! It’s time for you to rub the lotion and oil on!” It had become a nightly tradition where Chris would rub lotion and stretch mark oil onto  y/n’s bump. Though the task sounded simple and small, it became a time for the two of them to bond more with each other, and with their son. 

“Yes, baby! I’ll be right there. Just let me finish locking up.” Chris said as he finished turning the lights off downstairs and locking the doors. This tradition quickly became one of Chris’s favorite things. He loved being able to spend time with his wife, feel her bump, feel their son kick and roll around, and just the overall bonding time that felt almost sacred.

“Alright, where do you wanna do it? Do you just want to sit on the bed and I’ll stand in front of you? What feels most comfortable for you, baby?” Chris smiled at his wife who looked so adorable. She was dressed in one of his big shirts, and her favorite shorts. 

“Yeah, I’m good with that.” y/n said as she sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt. Chris got straight to work. Rubbing the lotion in first, he makes sure he doesn’t miss a single patch of skin. Chris rubs light circles over her bump, working down to her sides, even under her bump. 

“I actually look forward to this every night. I love how soft you are, it feels lovely, and baby boy always gets so active when you touch my bump.” y/n giggled. 

Chris chuckled as he switched over to using the oil to lock in the moisture of the lotion. He didn’t care if his wife got stretchmarks or not. He found her just as stunning either way. But he would do anything for her, even if he liked the idea of her having stretchmarks. He found it as proof of their shared love. She found it to be more of an insecurity even though she knows she should be proud of them too. 

Just as y/n had said, the baby started to kick, roll, and move around as Chris rubbed the oil into her skin. “Woah. Hey there little dude. You’re being awfully active tonight.” Chris muttered as the baby threw a pretty strong kick to the area he just massaged. 

Y/n giggled and said, “He is always so active at night and when you talk to him. He just loves his daddy’s voice.” She said sweetly. Y/n had her hand in Chris’s hair. Lightly rubbing and massaging his head as he continued the light circles over her bump and sides. 

Chris, being unable to resist, pressed kisses all over her bump. Which made the baby grow even more active. “Oh, man! Look at that! Is that his little foot?” Chris said through a gasp. There was a little bulge coming from the side of her bump, that looked to be a little foot. They both pressed their hands to the spot that the foot had just occupied. 

“Baby boy is on one tonight.” y/n said as she smiled down at Chris, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “He’s already moved to the other side of my bump.” She giggled as Chris raced to find the spot his son was occupying next.