I woke up in the middle of the night, Lui was gone. I checked my phone for the time and it was one in the morning. I got up and looked in our bathroom, he wasn't there. I got out of the room and heard grunts from down stairs. I went down the stairs to find Lui in the kitchen. There was the tub of ice cream open on the counter and he was bent forward a bit with one hand on his belly and one on the counter.
"Fuck! AGHH!" He screamed out.
"What wrong baby?! what do you need?!" I asked him while rubbing his back.
"Get me a -shit! A towel to bite on!" He said as his eyes glowed purple and his hair was a flame.
I rushed to the bathroom and got a towel and twisted it so he can bite down on it. I rushed down.
"I'm surprise -FUCK! I'm not in FUCKING labor! AGH!" He yelled.
I handed him the towel and his muffled screams filled the house.
"Yes! let it out yell or scream as loud as you want!" I said.
He's right I'm surprised he's not in labor too but he's almost there thirty one weeks today he has what? Five weeks? If the twins come on "time". I started massaging his back as he yelled. The screaming, yelling, crying, and massaging lasted for thirty minutes. The towel had bite marks all over it, Lui's face was wet with sweat and tears. My heart-ached, I don't like seeing him in so much pain...
He stumbled when fully standing up and I caught him and carried him bridal style.
"C-can you run a bath for me?" Lui asked.
"Yeah of course" I said.
I went to our bathroom and placed him on the toilet. I put the stopper in the tubs drain and turned the water on. Lui took off his shirt and boxers. Once the tub was filled, I stopped the water and placed lui in. I helped him wash up and dry up once done and we went back to sleep.
