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"I don't really know...there's a lot more moving she's doing and I feel too heavy for the size she is, but I also don't feel very sick anymore in the mornings but my skin is half cleared up and I just feel like something is...different. I can't tell if it's good or bad, though, and that scares me" She said, picking her nails nervously |
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I took a breath, swallowing the fear as I spoke. "Please do get that checked out, neither of us know what's right what's wrong, i'll go with you." |
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She nodded. "I'm not hungry" She said, standing from the table and walking to their room |
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"Okay just....shit." I muttered, dragging a hand down my face as I scraped my leftovers into a container, putting it in the fridge as I cleaned up the kitchen, grabbing the bourbon and taking a sip from the bottle. |
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She got dressed and laid on the bed, her legs tired from walking and carrying their daughter |
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What if she's not okay? What if something really is wrong? What do I do if we do nothing about it now, and then when Rose gives birth, I have to save either my daughter or my wife? What if everything messes up?
Sip of bourbon. What if it is a problem? Sip of bourbon. What if it matters? Sip of bourbon. What if....? Sip of bourbon. ...what...? |
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Kayla felt sharp pains throughout her stomach. "Fuck..." She muttered, sitting up. Nothing besides the soreness in her legs and the pain in her stomach took up her mental capacity. She walked downstairs and grabbed car keys. "I'll be...right back" |
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"Can I ask where you're going?" I questioned, words slurring just slightly. |
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"Nowhere important. Check life360 or something later." She said, gasping quietly at the pain as she sturggled to put on her shoes. She finally got them on and headed to the car |
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"Later i'll be blacked out but, okay." I muttered under my breath, heading upstairs to shower. |
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