Addicted

Chapter 15

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εïз severe pain

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As the new baby grows inside of me, I worry endlessly. What if something happens? What if I can't have babies anymore? But after 5 months, I'm somewhat soothed by the bump that grows more and more each week.

It's kind of sad to watch my flat, pretty stomach disappear, but I don't really care as long as he's healthy.

Summer hits, and even though the house is air-conditioned, I get a million times hotter. And grumpy. Puddin makes sure that I'm comfortable and pretty much sure makes himself scarce afterward. I can't blame him. I'm a grouchy mess.

Lucy's new favorite thing to do is put her hands on my tummy and say "Baby? Baby?" And I'll nod and try to smile even though I'm uncomfortable as hell.

All the way up to my due date, I don't leave the house. It's way too hot. Puddin spends every minute with me now regardless of how angry I get at every little noise. I also get pretty sad at some dumb memories that never used to make me sad. But through it all, he's there.

Finally, 3 days after my due date, I go into labor. I can tell as he drives me to the clinic that he's torn between wanting to get me there quickly to relieve the pain and drive slowly to reduce the chance of an accident.

Seven hours of labor. Most of it is a painful, drug-filled blur. But when I see him, it's worth it. He's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Puddin holds him while I finally fall asleep, staring down at his child with awe. "God, I love you," he whispers.

"Me or the baby?" I ask drowsily. "Both," he says, kissing my forehead as I drift off.

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