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~ I was glaring at my bulging stomach, my skin so stretched that I don't think it could stretch anymore if it wanted to.
"I can't find the lotion." Elijah yelled from the closet making me roll my eyes.
I'd hit my mark. Nine months gone just like that and yet my babies are far to fucking comfortable. They want to kick all day, make me hungry 24/7, sleep on my bladder, but nobody wants to make a grand appearance.
"Did you hear what I said?"
I sighed throwing my head back on the couch. "Yes, I heard you." I pulled at my clothes feeling trapped and uncomfortable. My belly itches, and there's this sensation going on inside. They've been moving since this morning.
"What's wrong beautiful, are they bothering you again?" Elijah asks leaning over me on the couch his hands on either side of my head.
For someone so sexy I swear I hate him. This is his fault, I'm uncomfortable because of him. "Yeah, you need to get your fat ass babies out of me. They've overstayed their welcome."
"They aren't even that big." He says rubbing my bare belly.
"They're each five pounds, it feels like their using my bladder as a fucking squeeze toy. Stop touching me, go find my lotion."
I push him and he looks around. "I don't know where we put it."
Groaning I leaned over on my side to take some pressure off my back. "I'm so done with this pregnancy, I just want my body back." I whine. "I don't want to do this anymore, it hurts."
"I'm sorry baby, just tell me what you need from me."
I ignore him and his stupid sweet touches while rocking myself around. We'd tried everything, from spicy food to bouncing on that damn ball, we did walks, even sex didn't work. Actually that was just uncomfortable I felt like I was being probed.
I just want them out like yesterday. I feel like a miserable bitch, just a broke down old bitch who can't do shit right. Even my babies don't want to see me. Warm tears flooded my eyes then down my cheeks. "Why are they taking so long?! I'm so tired." I sobbed feeling bad for myself.
"I know, I'm sorry okay. It's my fault, it's all my fault." Eli soothes brushing my still damp hair from my face. He sat on the floor in front of the couch kissing my forehead and cheeks.
He's only taking the blame because he knows I feel better when he does.
"I- I want you to get a vasectomy."
His eyes widened and that made me cry harder. "Why— why won't you get o-one for me?"
"Baby that's not something I want to do and I don't think you want that either. You're just saying it now because you're in pain."
Turning away from him I silently— not so silently cried. "I- I don't want anymore babies!"
"Beautiful I'm so sorry. We don't have to have anymore, you can always go back on birth control."
