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"Catalina why didn't you attend your last lesson?" Isabella inquired, the second she has heard the door open. Although she had got no answer, meerly the sound of thudding footsteps as the young teen rushed herself away, into the room she shared with her girlfriend.

"Woah woah, wheres the fire?" A laugh erupted from Jane's lips, as she sat up. She had covered herself in Lina's bedding, and wrapped her torso in her girlfriend's baggiest jumper.

"So- so you're okay- you haven't had the baby?" Catherine was almost panting at this point, she'd never ran so fast in her life.

"No, no I haven't," She laughed "You know for a fact i would have contacted you if i even thought there was a chance, yeah gorgeous?" She waited for her to walk over, and then leant into her arms as Catherine quietly slipped into the bed next to her. "The baby's okay, they've been ever so quiet and sleepy today, with a few kicks every now and then." A smile dawn across her face as she remembered they had the scan that evening. "We're getting another picture today." She grinned, fully putting all her weight against Catherine.

"We are," The girl adorning yellow ran her fingers through her girlfriend's hair, "Jane princess?" She waited for the blonde to look up at her, "You know that they're going to ask if you have a birth plan? And they're probably going to advise you against a home birth for many reasons,"

Thoughts started to spin Jane's head, "I don't care Lina, I need to be here, i need to be in this room, safe, with you, i need it how i want because incase they are unaware I'm going to be so fucking vulnerable and i need you and here and safety," Her voice fell shaky again, her incoherent thoughts barely stringing a sentance.

"Okay Jane, okay," she tugged at her waist, pulling her closer and "No ones going to force you into anything, okay? I promise," she pressed her lips into the bun messily shoved from the blonde woman's thick strands.

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Clenching his hand into a fist, he knocked his hand on Cath's front door. A smile; a smirk, broadened on his lips. "Catherine! Wheres my child?"

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