Noortje’s POV

“Tony,” I whined from my position on the couch. I was lying down in a really awkward position in a place Bailey was not allowed to come, “Tony!”

“What? I’m sitting right here,” he looked up from his phone. He was literally sitting next to me.

“Tony,” I continued to moan.

“What!”

“Don’t be so mean to me,” I was 30 weeks pregnant and I was having terrible mood swings. One moment I would be happily talking with Tony and the next I would overthink something he said and start crying. I didn’t really get mad often, but I would cry about the smallest things ever. Oh, and I rarely got any sleep because Spud had decided to stay awake while I was trying to rest.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he put an arm around my waist and slowly rubbed my bump. By now he had figured out to apologise straight away and not continue fighting, even though he didn’t even do anything. It would only result in me not being able to stop crying.

“I’m hungry,” I groaned and grabbed a pillow to put underneath my belly to make myself more comfortable.

“Ok, what would you like to eat?”

“Food.”

“No shit.”

“Tony!”

“Fine, fine, I’m going,” He got up and trudged to the kitchen. I was still on bedrest, even though I was already to do more things, but it was fun to let Tony do things for me. He acted like he was annoyed, but I knew that deep down he actually enjoyed caring for me. It made him feel needed, and I definitely did need him.

“You still haven’t answered my question, what do you want to eat?” He shouted as he opened the fridge.

“I don’t know, what do we have?” I groaned back dramatically. This pregnancy was killing me. Couldn’t it just be over already. I had already been pregnant for over 7 months, that was long enough for me.

“Apples?”

“No.”

“Cheese?”

“No.”

“Soup?”

“Hmm… no.”

“Ice cream?”

“Eww.”

“Blueberries?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed. Spud definitely liked the idea of me eating blueberries, he/she started kicking as soon as Tony suggested it. I pulled up my shirt that my brother had given me as a present (Tony absolutely loved it) and watched Spud squirm around.

Tony came back and placed the bowl of blueberries on the coffee table, “what are you doing?”

“Spud’s foot is right over here,” I lightly pressed on the specific area and watched my belly being poked from the inside.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you can feel it,” I let him touch it and Spud kicked up against his finger.

Tony’s expression changed to excitement, “oh my god, that is some awesome!”

“I haven’t given the fans an update in pretty long, do you want to film it so I can put it on twitter?”

“Yeah, sure,” Tony still seemed so infatuated by the fact that he could actually feel the foot.

I gave him my phone, “just be quiet, we don’t want the fans to find out that you’re here.”

He nodded and recorded the whole process. Luckily, Spud was cooperative and actually started kicking after I had pressed lightly into my belly again. Normally Tony was the only one to get Spud to kick, but now I had also found a method. It might sound stupid, but it made me happy, knowing that Spud didn’t just react to Tony.

He stopped recording and I posted it to twitter, suddenly seeing I had many mentions. I frowned and checked them. What was going on? After the tweets loaded, I saw the rumours that were going around. Everybody was asking me if I was either dating this guy or that guy, the guys being my brother or Austin. There were photos of both of them with me at different times. My brother and I after a day just going around town, and Austin and I walking out of the hospital while Tony was getting the car.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered and placed my head in Tony’s lap after he sat down.

“What’s wrong,” he said while munching on blueberries and grabbed my phone, “oh my god, this is hilarious!”

“What do I do?”

“Tell them Ewout is your brother, but annoy them by not saying anything about Austin, obviously.”

“But the fans will think Austin’s the father of Spud!”

“It will only be more of a shock when we tell them.”

“Ugh, fine,” I snatched my phone from him, “but if this goes terribly wrong, it’s your fault.”

i searched for a tweet that I could reply to. There was one girl who was sure that Ewout and I were together. She claimed to have ‘seen us around each other a lot’. So, I replied to her by saying he was my brother. Of course I was going to spend time with my brother. This was probably going to crush so many people’s ships.

“Ok, I did it,” I sighed, “now give me some blueberries.”

Tony chuckled and put the bowl on the couch next to me, “you better not spill any or we will get stains.”

“If my water broke, it would probably stain, or at least be disgusting.”

“You’re only 32 weeks pregnant, you still have 8 weeks to go. Don’t think about that yet.”

“But I’m so fed up already!” I angrily shoved some blueberries into my mouth.

“I know, baby, I know,” he played with my hair, making me snuggle against him, “just a bit longer and we’ll have a beautiful little baby in our arms.”

“In two more months! I can’t survive that!”

“Yes, you can. Tomorrow we’ll be going to LA and you’ll see the others again. It will lift your spirits up.”

“Fine. I’m only doing this for you.”

“No, you’re also doing this for yourself,” Tony grinned and shook his head.

“Fine.”

Notes

It's really short and really crappy, but it's something. I'm going to update less and hope that the chapters I will write will become better, because right now things are going downhill. So sorry, if things will go slow and the plot will go fast. I'm having a major writers block right now.