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"Stop laughing! I'm pregnant and fragile!" She said, tearing up
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"Oh, oh shit I didn't mean it like...that." I murmured, expression shifting in the blink of an eye to guilt.
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"I'm s-sorry..." She said, sniffling
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"No baby it's okay, i'll admit that was a smidge rude of me to say that." I murmured, the lines somewhat rehearsed.
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"I should be less emotional, I'm s-sorry"
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"Hon you've got every right to be emotional, I would too if I was carrying a big 'ole baby around, it's 100% a-okay, I promise you." I murmured, pecking her temple.
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"I've been h-hurting more"
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"Is...is that good or is that bad?" I asked, suddenly worried now as, well.....I know I should be more prepared and shit, I fucking know, yet still, I know absolutely nothing.
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"I don't know, the next appointment is tomorrow..."
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"Guess we find out then?" I questioned, wanting her opinion.
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