Make It Happen

1 month to go...can I do this?

(Natalie's P.O.V)

"We'll see you later then, Nat. Sure you don't want me to stay with you for the next 4 hours whilst the boys are working?"

Narissa asks, holding the twins. I nod.

"No, it's fine. I think I'll manage. But thanks."

I laugh. Narissa smiles and places the kids in the car. She waves at me and drives off. I shut the door and waddle through to the kitchen. LITERALLY waddle. I'm 8 months pregnant...but I don't feel prepared. I take a deep breath and groan. Our boy's gonna be an olympic gymnast when he's older. Kicking 24/7...it's killing me. He kicks again and I stroke my bump, groaning in pain. I'm huge. Huge as in beach ball size. I adjust the waistband of my maternity leggings and undo the first few buttons on my cardi. I get a text.

"How are you doing, sis? I've finished my work for today but the boys have to do another 4 hours. Has Narissa left? Xxx"

It's Andy. I type back,

"Hey. Yeah, you could say that I'm coping. Ok. Yeah, she literally just left. Xxx"

I fiddle with my ponytail and get myself some water. Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant. But there are massive downsides. Being 8 months in, this is where the contractions start to kick in. It's where there's bound to be a few false alarms. But it's bloody annoying when you have to go to toilet more often. Ryan takes the piss but I just ignore him. I read the text that Andy's just sent me.

"Urgh, I feel bad leaving my 8 month pregnant sister on her own. Are you really coping? I know you, Nat... Xxx"

I sigh. Well, I'm coping. But I feel like crying. Ryan's been at work like this for 3 weeks...I'm beginning to worry that Ryan won't be at the birth. I'm always asleep when Ryan comes home from work. So the last time I had a proper conversation with him was 2 days ago. I'm upset. I feel like I'm alone in this. It's ONLY been 3 weeks...maybe I'm being a bit silly. A tear drips down my cheek and drops off onto my bump. I sob into my hands hysterically. God, now I AM being silly.

"Yeah, yeah. Just leave me alone for a bit. I'm not in the mood. Xxx"

I text back. I know Andy did nothing wrong but whatever I think, I say. Shadows almost full grown now. He follows me up the stairs into our bedroom and I lay on the bed. I stroke him, chuckling as he leans on my tummy. He pants whilst his eyes shine brightly. At least dogs don't have jobs that they have to do all day. Now I'm going crazy. This is brilliant. I cry into Shadows fur and he lets me, even though his furs going to be all matted afterwards. I feel my phone vibrating continuously. I answer the call.

"Hi?"

"Hey, Nat. It's Andy."

"Oh, hi."

"What's up, huh? I'm worried about you..."

"Urgh, nothing's wrong, Andy. Don't you know that pregnant women have ridiculous mood swings at times? Well, this is one of these times!"

There's silence over both ends.

"Andy, I'm really sorry..."

I start to cry.

"Nat, it's fine. I understand but you've gotta know that when your younger sister is near her due date and is acting funny, it worries ya."

"I know..."

"(OI! Brownie, we need ya!) I'll see ya later, babe, gotta go!"

I chuck the phone across the room and lay down. The baby kicks and I mutter,

"Please, sweetheart! Not right now! Kick mummy's stomach another time."

I rub my tummy. I'm too big. My boobs are bigger which Ryan's commented on, cheeky as he is. I was in my bra and shorts and Ryan came in and said,