You rub your temples in a slow, circular motion. Having migraines while being pregnant was NOT fun. Though pregnancy was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but for the last nine months, you've felt like you've been placed into a living hell. Well, maybe you're exaggerating a little bit, but it hasn't exactly been easy. What with the food cravings, morning sickness, mood swings, swollen ankles and back pain, it certainly felt like a little slice of hell.
For a moment, you actually felt a bit sorry for the Spaniard, who had to go through your constant mood swings and frequent trips to the grocery store. But nonetheless, he was very understanding despite the fact he was a clueless airhead. It made you smile a bit and appreciate him just a bit more. Then the dull throbbing in your head finally made itself known once more, and you scowled slightly. Hauling yourself up from the couch with a groan, you waddled to kitchen to find coffee, hoping that the caffeine might dull the pain in your head. Besides, you hadn't tried coffee before this, so it may have a good effect. With that thought in mind, you made your way to the coffee machine.
All was quiet while you waited for the coffee pot to fill up, and your eyes closed slightly as you felt yourself relax.
"ĦHola, chica!" Boomed a voice behind you, making you stiffen.
Your moment of quiet was short lived as the Spaniard practically broke down the door and hugged you tightly. The previous appreciation you'd felt earlier evaporating, you gave an annoyed sigh. However, despite your annoyance, you turned your head and gave the Spaniard a quick peck on the cheek.
Antonio looked down at you, frowning.
"You missed!" He pouted and pointed at his lips.
Rolling your eyes, you made a show of leaning over and giving him a small kiss, flushing slightly at the satisfied grin of the Spaniard. Then Antonio's expression shifted once more into a pout as he made a small whining noise.
"T-that's all you get!"
Antonio frowned for a moment, obviously a bit disappointed. However, his personality popped up again when he smiled and crouched down to wrap his arms around your distended stomach.
"And hello to you too, mi hija (1)!"
You sighed in defeat and began to run your fingers through his chocolate brown curls. He was too cute for his own good.
Antonio laughed as he heard your stomach grumble in hunger and vibrate on his cheek.
"Somebody's hungry, I see." He teased, standing up and poking your cheek. Flushing, you shooed his hand away.
"Shut up! I'm eating for two here!"
He chuckled. "Do you want me to get you something, querida?"
You thought for a second as he walked into the kitchen.
He nearly tripped and fell on his face.
"I want scones." You stated bluntly.
"....... You're kidding, right?"
You winning the argument (if you could even call it that), you made him drive down to his old rival , Arthur, despite him saying that it would kill you. They actually weren't that bad.
Pregnancy was really something.
~Many scones later~
The Spaniard was staring at you again, this time more bemused and somewhat amazed, his mouth in a half-smile, half-smirk. Feeling a bit uncomfortable with it, you look away, taking another bite of the scone.
"Stop staring." You mumbled with a mouthful of scone.
"You're still alive... You must be Chuck Norris!"
You rolled your eyes.