sequel: chapter forty-two

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"Breathe baby, breathe," I told Brynn as she laid on the hospital bed

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"Breathe baby, breathe," I told Brynn as she laid on the hospital bed.

"What do you think I'm doing jackass?" She snaps not looking in my direction.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she got up mid contraction and kicked your ass." Dylan chuckles.

I glared at him but my attention goes back to Brynn when she grips my hand harder. "I hate childbirth." She mutters.

"I'm sorry baby." I kissed her head. She leans into my body and I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her.

She was a little over her due date, but she didn't want to get induced since she heard it was painful so we just waited until her water broke.

Which broke while she was getting aroused. We've been here for almost eight hours now and she is trying to do it without the epidural. I don't know what else to say other than, my fiancé is superwoman.

Dylan came to bring us food well ice for Brynn and also because he wanted to be the first other than Brynn and me to hold the baby.

Brynn and I decided to not find out the gender until birth because why not? Our nursery was grey-themed so very gender-neutral if I do say so myself.

Our kids, however, were very upset when we announced that we weren't going to find out the gender. Sol and Bodhi threw a temper tantrum that lasted for almost an hour and Journey was moping around the house like someone killed her dog.

Over the past couple of our family has been great, more than great. The kids have been super helpful around the house and do what they need to be doing almost all the time.

Apparently one day Brynn was lecturing the kids on why wet toilet paper shouldn't be thrown on the shower walls. Mid-lecture she got cramps and according to the kids, "she almost died" and ever since then they haven't caused any more trouble.

At least not when she's home.

Brynn and I's relationship gets better and better every day. There is not a day where we've argued... I lied we argue every day but it's over little things like why is the toilet paper going out from under and not over.

Or why am I not cuddling her close enough. Regardless I just let her yell at me until she's done. Once she lets out all the anger for the day she's good to go.

"Alright, I think it's time to start pushing." The nurse says. Dylan struts out of the room while I continued to stay at my fiancé's side.

"You got this baby, I'm here with you." I kissed her head.

She squeezes my hand, "I love you."

"I love you."

The doctors instruct her to push, and she goes as hard as she can.

Before we came here, she "warned" how ugly her face could get but all I saw was strength and beauty.

She was laying here, about to push a whole human being out of her vagina. Women do not get enough credit at all.

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