Pregnant Olivia Bowen displays her growing bump in a navy bikini as she soaks up the sun during loved-up babymoon with husband Alex
The former Love Island star, 31, looked every inch the glowing expectant mother as she sat on the edge of a hot tub during a loved-up break at the Wilderness Reserve in Sussex.
Olivia, who is 34 weeks pregnant, looked relaxed and at peace as she lifted her head towards the sun while soaking her feet in the water.
The blonde beauty, who teamed her two-piece swimwear with dark sunglasses, was later joined by her husband, who rested his head against his wife while showing off his hunky frame.
Olivia also uploaded a romantic video of herself and Alex packing on the PDA while sitting together on a sun bed.
Alex, who shares son Abel, two, with Olivia could be seen kissing and doting on his wife as they took in a sunset while clad in matching pink robes.
The couple, who met in the Love Island villa back in 2016, looked as loved up as ever as they counted down the days till they welcomed their second child.
It comes after Olivia showed off her blossoming bump last month, just weeks ahead of welcoming her baby daughter.
Olivia displayed her bump in a casual bralette and joggers as she shared candid insight into her final weeks of pregnancy.
She captioned the snap: 'She's so high now right up in my lungs'.
In July, Olivia posted a sweet clip from her family of three as they enjoyed their last holiday all together before the birth.
It looked like a truly relaxing trip, with the trio appearing to be spending the majority of their time at the beach.
Olivia wrote: 'Another trip to Spain - the last one before baby girl comes, and next we'll return as a family of four to our own villa out here - never felt so lucky.'
The former Love Island star, 31, looked every inch the glowing expectant mother as she sat on the edge of a hot tub during a loved-up break at the Wilderness Reserve in Sussex
The blonde beauty, who teamed her two-piece swimwear with dark sunglasses, was later joined by her husband, who rested his head against his wife while showing off his hunky frame
The stunner wore a colourful bikini for the beach trip, accessorising with a pair of dark sunglasses while her husband and son wore beige swimming trunks.
In another snap with Alex, Olivia showed off more of her extensive summer wear collection, this time wearing a blue bralet that comfortably sat above her growing bump.
The star kept it cool on the trip too, covering up with a black and white mesh sundress as she cuddled Alex and Abel on a lounger.
Olivia announced that she was expecting in February of this year and has been keeping fans updated with her pregnancy.
Sadly, it has not been smooth sailing for the family as Olivia was expecting twins, but sadly lost one of her babies eight weeks into her pregnancy.
She made the revelation on Loose Women, where she recounted their tragic experience of vanishing twin syndrome.
The couple were told they were having twins just before Christmas, when they attended an early six week scan.
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