The 2nd trimester is starting off with such a good start.
Thankfully, Don was nice enough to scrub the toilet down after Aina's last upchuck.
Don needed to cause mischief everyday for work so I have him bother random people on the street.
Aina continues to have rough days.
Aina is uncomfortable because of morning sickness and Don is just really hungry.
At least Don knows how to make Aina feel better.
"You look beautiful this morning, babe."
"Oh Don"
Don...you shouldn't be allowed to cook.
The romance has not died just because Aina is hella pregnant.
Don harassing people in the street is my everything.
But sometimes his mischief fails and he has to hide from the world.
Yes Don. Elbowing your unborn child is exactly how you take your girlfriend out on a date.
Date time at the lounge.
Cuties.
You know, I was totally convinced the baby was going to come while they were out. I was a little sad when it didn't.
Autonomous baby bump feeling~
Don has no idea what he's doing but he's trying.
These two just reached "soulmates". Cute.
Don just left for work and Aina's in labour. Wonderful.
Aina wobbled off to the hospital, hoping this birth would be kind to her.
It's a girl! Her name is Amanda Parker.
Don came home to find his new daughter.
Amanda liked him instantly.
Don quickly got the hang of it.
Aina was confident that Don would be ok while she was on her morning run. He had only panicked once, after all.
"Hello? Oh hi Bella. Do you want to see the baby?"
Look at these two lovelies. Adorable.
Bella eventually did come over.
And then she immediately went over to coo over Amanda. Precious.
Don left to leave the ladies alone and went to the gym. He then ran into Bob Pancakes.
It was over before it even started.
Arriving back at home, Aina made it all better.
The months went on and before they knew it, Amanda was a child.
Bonus shots:
Dance Dance~
Don managed to convince his friend to streak.
He couldn't believe that it actually worked. Me too dude.
Gosh darn it man!
Selfie~
Awww Bella
Amanda was like, "Mom...stop"
Like mother, like daughter
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