We're Not Friends: Bowie's Story- H.S. Fanfic

Rowan's Birth

Darcy: 32
Bowie: 27
Morgan: 27, 38 weeks and 1 day pregnant
Harley: 6
Jordan: 2 1/2

November 3rd 2043

5:00 am

She doesn't quite supply in her brain what the thing is that woke her up, all she knows is that she's now up at five in the morning when she'd much rather be asleep. She takes a few peaceful seconds before opening her eyes to look over at Bowie in the muted light, the beginnings of a sunrise filtering in from the blinds being the only thing that's offering their room any sort of light.

He looks so peaceful as he lays on his stomach, as all of the Styles do, his cheek turned to the side so that if he opened his eyes he could look at her. His lips are a bit smushed together from the pillow and his hand is raised by his head, resting on top of Morgan's as he gives her a big enough distance to not make her irritated.

She's not a huge fan of snuggling while she sleeps in general, but that irritation goes to a whole other level when she's pregnant. He wouldn't dare spoon her or even reach his arm out to wrap around her waist because he knows he'd be brutally shaken awake and told to move. She overheats extremely easily during pregnancy and needs her space when she's sleeping if he's hopeful of getting any sleep at all.

Which she was getting until she was woken up. She notices how full her bladder is and knows that it would only take one kick from their little baby to cause her to have an accident in the bed, but she can't get herself to move because she's just so comfortable and comfort doesn't come along often when you're thirty-eight weeks pregnant.

She never got this big with Harley, and she wouldn't even consider herself big, her bump is nothing in size compared to Darcy and Nora's bumps, but even compared with Emryn and Bindi, if they lined up the same weeks they were pregnant, hers would be the tinniest. But still, she thought she had bad back pain with Harley, which has only be proven wrong by this pregnancy because it's gone to a different level.

She's broken down to Bowie almost every day this pregnancy about her back, and he, being the sweetheart that he is, always gives her the most amazing back rubs at any point throughout the day when she needs one, and one every night before they go to bed, so the ache in her back really doesn't seem that off to her. Of course she has an ache in her back, why wouldn't she have an ache in her back? She'd actually be more concerned if she didn't have an ache in her back.

She's made well aware of what made her wake up, however, as she feels a cramp start in her back and then travel to her stomach again, intensifying in her back and making her gasp out in surprise slightly.

A contraction. She hasn't had them since Harley, but it's hard to forget what they feel like once you experience them again. It's a feeling that only they hold the power to possess.

"Okay,"Morgan sighs, nodding her head against the pillow, one of her arms under it as she brings her other hand that's under Bowie's down to rest her palm against her stomach that's covered by a t-shirt.

She focuses on breathing, something that she wasn't too good at during Harley's labor, trying to prevent Bowie from waking up because she knows if this is anything like Harley's, they have at least another twenty-five hours to go.

She notices her legs tightening, her thighs clamping together and smushing her pregnancy pillow in between them, but she tries to relax her body. This will be more peaceful than Harley's, Bowie and her both promised that. They both know how her body operates in labor now, Bowie knows not to touch her under any circumstance unless she's pushing and Morgan now knows that her contractions really only happen in her back, so she's wracked Darcy's brain for all of the labor positions that best help with back labor.