"In giving birth to our babies, we may find that we give birth to new possibilities within ourselves."
—
Alexa Sinclair
It was a nice Tuesday night on August 18th.
I was fully asleep, until I awoke.
I'd been getting these cramps all day, but they were hours apart and minor.
Now I feel like dying.
"Tom." I shook him awake.
He groaned, twisting and turning in bed.
"No Lex, I won't use your tits as squirt guns."
Is he joking.?
"Tom!" I slapped the top of his head.
He curled up into a ball, and kissed my belly.
"Shhh."
I dragged him all the way up by his ear. "I think i'm in labor." I whispered.
He jumped out of bed, falling ass first on the floor. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?!"
"Because, I just thought it was just cramps, but i'm pretty sure i'm in labor babe." I held onto my stomach, he quickly got up.
"SHES IN LABOR!" He screamed, at the very top of his lungs.
Two doors opened and shut simultaneously.
Three large bodies burst into my room.
Is this a joke? Like actually.
"Right, okay, I can do this... I can be calm." Ryder started to pant, fanning his face out.
You'd think he's the one in labor.
My dad leant against my vanity, clamping his hands together as he looked up at the ceiling. Is he praying? Oh Jesus.
"Okay, okay, we can do this... we have the diaper bag packed in papa Sinclair's car, he can bring it to the hospital... and we can carry the car seat, and the other shit." Tom nodded, calming himself down.
"Bill, you go get the wine and sushi." My boyfriend ordered around everyone, coming to lift me up slowly.
"Why do we need wine and sushi?"
Because, duh.
"It's my meal after I give birth." I explained.
"Shit, I need my rosary, oh fuck. Shit. Fuck." My dad cursed, banging his head against the wall.
"Go, go, go!" Tom shooed everyone away, and went to my closet.
He got out a tank top, and comfortable pajama's.
"Undies too please, and a bra... my nipples have been leaking." I requested, holding onto my nightstand for support to stand.
They all rushed down the stairs, leaving Tom and I alone in my room.
He went in my sock drawer, getting me a fresh pair of those too.
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THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ
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