LA, USA
November 24th
Miley's POV
"Liam." I whine. "This thing hasn't popped out yet."
"Miley, it takes time." He explains.
"I know that, but it's my past me due date. I'm nine months. This thing needs to come out already! I'm twenty-five. I thought I'd have my baby by now. I thought I'd have him before I was twenty-five."
"Miley, so what you're like...four days past your due date. The baby will be here soon. Just give him time."
"I've been having these stupid Braxton Hicks long enough, the baby needs to come now." I snap.
"Geez, you don't need to come at me like that."
"Sorry." Then I tear up. "I just really want this baby out so I'm not as fat."
"Miles, you're not fat. For the thousandth time, you're pregnant."
"Ow." I say, grabbing my stomach.
"What?" He asks.
"I- I don't know. Ow!"
"Is it happening?" Then I close my eyes and breathe through the pain until it passes.
"I- I think my water just broke." Then he smiles.
"This is it! It's happening! It's finally happening!"
"Liam, calm down and grab the hospital bag. It's been packed long enough. C'mon let's go!" Then I grab my phone and text my mom, dad, Braison, Noah, Brandi, and my closest friends. The baby was coming.
"Okay, got the bag, got our phones, got the keys." Then he feels his pockets. "Where are the keys?!" Then I hold them up.
"Here?" I reply.
"Keys, phones, bag, c'mon let's go." Then he helps me out to the car.
When we got to the hospital, Liam helped me in. We went to the front desk, and I grabbed my stomach again.
"Labor and delivery please." Liam says, then a nurse comes and helps me in a wheelchair.
"Liam c'mon." I say, then he follows me and the nurse. Liam helped me out of the wheelchair when we got into the room. I got into a gown and Liam helped me get comfortable in bed.
"So..." Liam says.
"What? Are you bored already?" I ask. "Ow."
"Breathe through it, Miley."
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" I ask.
"I'm just saying-"
"No, you shouldn't say anything. All you're doing is making me more upset than I already am." Then Dr. Cooper comes in.
"Hello, Miley." She says. "And happy belated birthday."
"Thanks." I say.
"How far apart are your contractions?" She asks.
"I uh, I don't know for sure. I just know when they come they hurt like hell." I say.
"Let's see how dialated you are." Then she sits down and I put my feet in the stirrups. Then she puts on gloves, and sticks her hand inside me. "Hmm."
"What?" I ask, confused. Then she stands up, throws away her gloves, and I put my feet down.
"Let me do an ultrasound." Then I get worried. What happened? Did something happen to the baby?
"Is there something wrong?" Liam asks, then I feel pain and grab my stomach again. Then she lifted up my gown and squirted goo on my stomach. Soon later, she laughs.
"What?" I ask.
"Miley, I'm sorry. But you're not in labor." She says.
"What?" I ask again. Then sshe sighs.
"You're not in labor. They're just stong Braxton Hicks. And the "water" you felt..."
"Are you saying I peed myself?" I ask, then Liam laughs and I glare at him.
"Your words, not mine. But basically yes. It's common for women, don't worry." She says.
"So...I'm not in labor? Meaning...I'm not having this baby?" I ask, disappointed.
"Not today you're not. You know, unless you go into actual labor tonight...you're not having this baby today." Then I sigh.
When we got home, I sat on the couch.
"At least you know the baby is healthy." Liam says, then I throw a pillow at him. "Hey, you're the one that peed yyourself, not me." He jokes, and I throw another pillow at him.
"Shut up."
"C'mon, don't pout. You'll have this baby soon enough." He says.
"Yeah...I guess..."
"Look at it this way, you can still eat a whole bunch and blame it on the baby. You can say you're eating for two still." Then I laugh and shake my head.
"Why'd I marry you again?" I ask.
"Because I'm do damn good lookin?"
"No...I don't know why. Maybe it's cause you're smart, hot, sexy, and gonna be an amazing father."
"Hmm...that could be the reason." Then we laugh, and he sits next to me. Then he kisses me. "I love you, Miley."
"And I love you, Liam."
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LA, USA
December 24th
Miley's POV
"Liam fuckin Hemsworth why hasn't he came out yet?!" I yell. Liam was sitting on the couch watching TV when I was walking out of the bedroom.
"I don't know, maybe he thinks it's just oh so comfortable in there. He doens't wanna leave."
"Yeah well he was supposed to be done renting this womb a month ago." Then he bursts out laughing. "What's so funny?"
"Y- you s- said womb." He says, laughing. "Y- you said "renting this womb" ha ha ha...you know? L- like r- room!"
"Grow up." I snap. "I'm going to bed. Feel free to sleep on the couch tonight."
"What? Why?" He asks after he quit laughing.
"You can't seem to grow up. I'm gonna be taking care of one child, I don't need more than one." Then I walk into the room. "Oh fuck it. You can sleep in here." Then he smiles, turns off the TV, then walks into the room with me.
"Maybe you should make an appointment for soon. To see if the baby is okay." Liam suggests.
"Already did."
"Well look who's thinking ahead." He says.
"Night." I say, covering up.
"Night." Then he kisses me before I pass out.
1 AM
I woke up to a powerful pain in my stomach.
"Liam." I say, trying to wake him up. "Liam."
"Mhm." He says, half asleep.
"Liam..." I whine.
"Mhm." He says, still half asleep.
"Liam, I'm in labor."
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