32 weeks

Ignoring tradition, you and Matt decided to have a single baby shower with everyone invited instead of a separate shower and a pamper party. It was more convenient for everyone and one party was less clean up, so bonus. What you weren't expecting was for so many people to show up. You knew Matt had a big family but you didn't think so many of them were invited. But, you did give Chantal and Taryn free reign to plan it so really, you shouldn't be that surprised.

Most of his family was great and you get along with them wonderfully, especially some of his cousins who are around your age. But then there are the older women who are supposed to be mature, yet are giving you dirty looks and whispering things to each other.

It makes you self conscious because you know exactly the kind of things they are thinking and saying. It's the exact same thing you've seen from some of Matt's "fans". Comments about how you got pregnant on purpose, and how it's a shame now that Matt is stuck with you. You knew the comments were just people who were trying to get under your skin but knowing that some of his family and friends might be thinking the same was hurtful.

You do your best to ignore it though and focus on the people who are actually nice to you, answering all the questions they have about potential baby names, what brands you're using for the baby, and other purposeless things. But the feeling is always in the back of your mind so at one point, you slip into Matt's bedroom so you can just breathe for a moment.

This, of course, just gives you more time to worry about what people are thinking about you and how they're judging you and before you know it, you feel like you might cry.

Stupid hormones.

A knock on the door breaks you from your thoughts and you look up to see Matt standing there.

"Hey," he says quietly, shutting the door behind him and walking over to sit next to you. "you disappeared."

"Just needed a minute." You tell him, hoping he doesn't notice the way your voice cracks but the looks he gives you says you should know better by now.

"What's going on inside your head?"

You shrug, not knowing how to explain without insulting his family. You don't want him to think that you don't like them, but you know he won't leave you alone until you tell him why you're upset.

So you try an approach you think he might understand.

"Do you ever feel like you're being judged?" You ask quietly.

"All the time." He answers easily. "Comes with the job description."

"So you understand how it feels." You say and he raises an eyebrow at you.

"Is that what this is about?" He nudges you. "You can't possibly think they're judging you, Y/N."

"But they are! I see the looks some of your family and friends give me. It's like they think I got knocked up on purpose."

He shakes his head. "Who cares what they think?"

"You should care about what they think." You say slowly, raising an eyebrow at his dismissal. "They're your family."

He shrugs. "You're my family too."

He says it so casually, so effortlessly and it's like something just clicks in your brain and suddenly you have this overwhelming want, no need, to kiss him.

And that's exactly what you do.

He doesn't move at first when you press your lips to his, almost like he's unsure about what to do and for a moment, you're worried that you've ruined everything but then his hand comes up and cups your cheek and he kisses you back. You feel like you might melt straight through the bed and floor when he smiles against your lips and it's absolutely perfect until Brady barges in the room.

"Where'd you guys- oh." Brady freezes, eyes widening before he smirks. "Oh. I see what's happening here. I'll give you two a minute."

"Brady." Matt whines, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You're ruining the moment."

"Sorry! People were asking where you went!" He starts backing up and winks. "I'll come up with a cover story. Have fun kids."

"Brady."

"Leaving! I'm going now!" He says, darting out the door and shutting it behind him.

Matt lifts his head, resting his chin on your shoulder instead of moving away. His eyes study your face as if he's searching for any sign of regret but you smile to ease his worries.

"That was nice."

He raises an eyebrow. "Just nice? I think I can do better than that."

"Okay, it was better than nice." You giggle, feeling giddy. It's a bit of a foreign feeling.

"Kind of overdue, huh?"

You raise an eyebrow. "You been wanting to kiss me, Tkachuk?"

"Oh, just since we met. Y'know, not that long."

"Matthew."

"What? I'm serious." He says and then sighs. "I know I kind of fucked up when we first met. I was a bit of an ass-"

"A bit?" You tease and he gives you a dry look but you know he's not actually mad.

"Hey, I'm trying."

"Sorry." You say solemnly. "Go on."

He presses his lips together to hold back a smile. "You were funny and witty and kind from what Johnny had told me so I asked him to introduce me. Probably wasn't the best idea to do it when I was drunk but he's always had bad timing." He shrugs. "He'd mentioned that you were fresh out of a tough relationship and I just... I don't know, I just said the first thing that came to my mind and drunk me thought it was funny. Which obviously, it wasn't."

"I know we've already kissed-" he points to your stomach. "clearly, but I'd like to think of this as our first kiss."

You grimace. "That works for me because honestly, I don't remember much of that night."

"I must have been doing something wrong, then." He jokes.

"Guess you'll have to show me again."

He grins. "Deal. But first, I'm taking you on a date.

. . .

"I knew he'd come around." Taryn grins, finishing the last of your makeup. When she heard that Matt was taking you on a date, she begged you to let her help you get ready. You were going to ask her anyway because you wanted to spend as much time with her and Chantal as you could before they went home. It was unlikely you would be able to see them again until after the baby is born and that thought freaks you out because you're nearly 33 weeks and your doctor told you that you can deliver as early as 37 weeks.

So you only have about a month left to prepare yourself for childbirth. Luckily, Chantal has been so helpful, answering any questions you have and you feel so blessed that you have her to help you through this.

"I knew it was coming too." Chantal says from her spot on the bed. You're half certain you saw tears in her eyes when you told her that Matt had asked you on a date but you cried too so you can't make fun.

"You guys have been hoping for this, haven't you?"

Chantal shrugs and hides a smile. "Maybe."

Taryn nods. "The way you two look at each other totally gives away your feelings. It's weird seeing Matt like that."

"Like what?"

"Nice. Honestly, a little unsettling."

"Taryn." Chantal scolds and the youngest Tkachuk raises her hands.

"I'm joking." She mutters. "Kind of."

Chantal just sighs but smiles when she looks at you.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart."

Your face turns pink from her compliment but it does mean a lot knowing that Matt's mom approves of you despite the unusual circumstances. You know that some parents might have had reservations about the situation you and Matt are in but Chantal and Keith treated you with nothing but respect and kindness since the start of this and you will forever be grateful.

"Well, you're all done." Taryn says, stepping back to admire her work. "You're going to knock his socks off."

"Even being 8 months pregnant?" You ask hesitantly.

"Especially being 8 months pregnant." Chantal assures you.

Her assurance makes you feel a little better but when there is a knock on the door, you're suddenly extremely nervous.

"Come in!" Taryn yells and Matt pokes his head in with a grin on his face. When he looks at you, his eyes go wide and mouth drops a little.

He stutters over his words which makes you feel better.

"Cat got your tongue, Tkachuk?" You ask, trying to hide the pleased look on your face.

He shakes his head and grins, walking over and taking your hands in his. "Just admiring how beautiful my girl is."

"Your girl? Awfully presumptuous." You joke but your heart warms at his words. You can hear Chantal literally awe.

Matt just grins and leads you out of the apartment and to his car. He even opens the door for you and you raise an eyebrow but don't comment.

"Do I get to know where we're going?" You ask when he slides in the drivers seat.

"Nope." He says, sending you a sly grin.

You know it's pointless arguing with him so you just smile back and rest your head on the seat, watching out the window until you reach your destination.

. . .

Matt knows you better than you thought because instead of bringing you to a fancy, high end restaurant, he brings you to a small but cute diner the two of you frequently go to. He knows it's your favourite and it make you happy knowing that he notices small things like this.

"This okay?" He asks once the two of you are seated. He looks a little nervous and you want to get rid of any worries that he has.

"It's perfect," you assure him. "I love it."

And you, you nearly say and you almost fall out of your seat at the realization.

Do you love Matt? You care for him deeply, that's not a question and you know your feelings for him have been shifting lately. The kiss proved that, but were you confusing love, with infatuation? Or were you starting to actually have those feelings for him?

The better question is whether it's a good idea to let yourself have these feelings right now because while this is nice, the two of you are about to be parents and any strong feelings like that can make things messy, especially if Matt doesn't feel the same way.

You know you'll have to acknowledge and deal with these feelings soon but for now, you let yourself enjoy the night, stealing fries off Matt's plate while he pretends not to notice and arguing playfully about baby names.

It's a problem for another night.