Our Secret

nine

i knew pregnancy was stressful but i didn't think it'd be this bad..

'y/n!! buy me mcdonalds!' maistir f whines. i pause mixing our food and point the spoon at him. im already making dinner babe. maybe tomorrow.' he starts sobbing and his drool spills on the floor. i take a deep breath before trying to comfort him and promising ill get it tomorrow. i go back to cooking our food and have peace for a few minutes until he grabs my waist and caresses me sensually. i sigh and turn off the cooker.

when i finished fucking maistir f and put him down into a nap i go to the bathroom to ash up. i notice my eyes getting darker and i look more tired than usual. i check the date. only three more weeks until our child is brought into the world.
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1 more week. 7 days before our child is being brought into this world. the thought makes me nervous, but also very excited. i know the baby will be cute, especially if its features are anything like maistir f's! i will make sure to love this child conditionally, and teach it to love the music of mcr and lana del ray.

my thoughts are interrupted by a loud shout of surprise. i instantly sit up and shout out for maistir f. i search the house until i find him in our bedroom, liquid pouring at his legs. we both make eye contact for a few seconds before i speak. 'the baby is here? a week early?' he nods reluctantly and undresses from his wet clothes. he sees me open the wardrobe to pack and taps me gently. 'um y/n... i already packed. i started getting contractions a day ago but i didnt want to bother you so..' before i can respond he groans in pain and i give him a quick kiss before gathering up all our stuff. we get in the car and i wipe the sweat off my hands before heading to the hospital.