Dylan
"AYAYAY ME VUELVES LOCO!"
"¿CÓMO TE ESTOY VOLVIENDO LOCO?"
"TODO!"
"SOLO ESTOY AYUDANDO! ¿NO ME QUIERES POR AQUÍ?"
"POR SUPUESTO QUE TE QUIERO CERCA, TE QUIERO! SOLO CREO QUE NECESITÁIS RELAJAROS!"
"PODRÍAS DAR DE PARTO EN CUALQUIER MOMENTO, NO PUEDO RELAJARME!"
"¡SOLO PORQUE ESTÉ TENIENDO CONTRACCIONES NO SIGNIFICA QUE TODO EL MUNDO TENGA QUE ASUSTARSE!"
"Espera. ¿Estás teniendo contracciones?"
"7 minutos de diferencia. ¿Por qué?"
"DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS DYLAN?!"
"WHAT WHAT TELL ME!!"
"IT MEANS KIARA IS COMING!"
"LIKE SHE'S ABOUT TO FALL ONTO THE FLOOR?!?"
"NO AS IN YOU'RE IN LABOR RIGHT NOW! WHY THE HELL DO I KNOW THIS AND YOU DON'T I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH!"
"I'M ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH?!"
"RYDER STOP TALKING!" Maddy and Axel both yell. He pinches the bridge of his nose and I cross my arms. We haven't had an argument this big in a long time. I end up just walking out of the room. I get the jar of pickles and eat like three before walking back to the living room.
I lean against the wall as a contraction hits me. Deep breaths deep breaths. In and out. JUST FUCKING BREATHE!
I push off the wall and sit on the pouch. It's like a giant 70 pound bean bag, except not a bean bag. It has fiberglass stuffing in it or something. I don't know. We bought three of them. One for the living room, one for Kiara's room, and one for Danny because he begged me.
"Guys can Dylan and I talk alone for a minute?"
Everyone goes upstairs, presumably trying to listen to our conversation. Ryder crouches in front of me.
"I'm sorry I got mad," I blurt. "It was unfair and I just didn't want you to worry because the contractions hurt. I know how much you hate it when I'm hurting and I thought I was helping. I'm sorry."
He takes the multiple hair ties off of my wrist and sits behind me to braid my hair loosely.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you for not telling me this stuff. And I can see how we've been a little over the top with everything. I'm sorry princess."
"I love you Ryder," I lean back to kiss him.
"I love you Dylan," he kisses me again and finishes my hair. A few minutes go by and then I feel another contraction.
"Start a timer," I say through gritted teeth. He starts a stopwatch on his phone as soon as the contraction is over. We sit in silence for a bit. We should've been paying attention to how far apart they are when they started this morning.
"How close are they?" Mom asks as she comes downstairs with the hospital bag. We say we started timing it, blah blah blah.
"Owww," I groan and shut my eyes. "Fuck this one is bad." Ryder wraps his arms around me and holds me until it's over. Then he looks at his phone.
"Five minutes apart," he grins. "Time to go." I try to protest but my mom shushes me and Ryder puts me in the Range Rover. We figured we should take that to the hospital.
"KIDS!" My mom shouts. "WE'RE HEADING TO THE HOSPITAL! IF MY HUSBAND COMES HOME TELL HIM WHERE WE ARE AND THEN YOU CAN FOLLOW!"
"WAIT!" I yell. "I WANT DANNY TO COME!" He walks to the car with a smug look on his face and it takes all my energy to not smack it off of him.
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Demons
Romancesequel to "Westside" read that first! Dylan Jessica Caldwell is a 17 year old gang leader. But she has a secret. Her mental health is not good. No matter what she looks like on the outside, she's always having an internal battle with herself. Ryder...
