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37 weeks pregnant
BOBBY

Jessa groans as I help her outside. "I'm fucking miserable," she growls. "We've got to get these things out of me! I can't take it anymore. Everything hurts. My skin is pulled so tight, I'm convinced a foot is gonna burst through."

I feel bad for her. She looks miserable. I don't know how her tiny body is supporting that big of a baby bump. You look at her standing and you expect her to instantly topple over. She looks adorable though. Huge, but still cute.

"Everything fucking hurts. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I can't fucking breathe. Your daughters have smashed all my organs and something is pushing into my lungs and my bladder!"

"Why don't you tell me how you really feel," I joke. Wrong thing to say. She kills me with her glare.

"My body is leaking. I can't stop peeing. Stuff is dripping from my boobs. And I just want to sleep, but NO I'm not allowed to sleep anymore."

This time I bite my lip to keep my mouth shut. I'm not complaining because I do get better sleep than her. Every time she has to get up to pee, I have to help her up. She can't get off the bed by herself anymore. She's like a cockroach trapped on its back.

Three weeks ago, she began having Braxton Hicks contractions and it scared the shit out of us. It was too early. They needed to hang out a little longer so their lungs could develop. We were relieved when we learned she wasn't really in labor. At this point though, we are both ready for these babies to be here. However, I am terrified at the thought of having to care for them. I know they'll be so tiny and so fragile. Right now, they seem so safe inside her.

The hardest part right now, besides Jessa feeling miserable and making sure I know it, is keeping people away. Jessa's friends want to be here, especially Bre, but she doesn't want them here. She feels bad telling them no, but she doesn't want to feel like she has to take care of them and entertain them. I get it. We have other things to focus on. The plan is for her parents to fly here when Jessa goes into labor. We've managed to hold my mom off until we come home from the hospital. Then we'll settle in and see what happens.

"Come on." She pulls herself up, cussing as she goes. "Let's walk. I can't sit around. I need these things out. I'd fuck you to induce labor but I forgot to ask the doctor if we could now that we reached full term."

"How romantic," I chuckle as I take her hand. "You always know just what to say to get into my pants." She throws me another evil look but the corner of her mouth creeps up into a half smile. I'll take that as win. We walk slowly around the yard with the dogs walking subduedly behind us. Even Louie is calm right now. He's either sensing Jessa's mood or he knows something big is about to happen. I'm praying something big is about to happen. After a long walk, her ankles are swelling so I help her inside.

"I doubt that did anything but make my back and feet hurt even more," she grumbles.

"What would you like for lunch, love? Whatever it is, I'll make it."

"Doesn't spicy food kickstart labor?"

"No idea, but you don't care for spicy foods."

"Yeah, but my need to get these kids out of me is greater than my hatred for spice."

"Alright. Spicy coming up." I dig through the pantry. "We have stuff for tacos if you'd like."

"Bobby," she says cautiously. "BOBBY!" I turn around and her face is in shock.

I run to her side. "What is it? Cramps? Contractions? Gotta pee?"

She shakes her head. "My water broke." I look down and notice fluid all over the floor.
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