Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 24

Arabella

My breasts will not stop leaking.

If she does not come out of me within days I will probably eat every bag of hot chips in Wal-Mart and wash it down with a bottle of hot sauce.

Harry thinks my body is sexy, I think it's about time I got my figure back. And time my breasts stop leaking.

Mami comes back to the living room with a whole roll of paper towels and a strange machine in hand. I take a few of the paper towels and stuff then down my bra.

Let's take a moment to thank this baby for giving me a C-Cup.

"What is that?" I ask my mother. Harry is at work and since I'm fourty weeks pregnant he refuses to let me go work. But also I can't stay home alone in case I go into labor.

"Breast pump. I bought it for you," she says with the thick Spanish accent of hers. "You put a bottle here and attach this part to your nipple and turn it on."

"Why don't I just put the baby's mouth on my nipple?" I ask, questioning why she'd buy me such a contraption.

Her eyes roll. "Mija, that hurts. This might feel awkward but it doesn't hurt like a baby biting your nipple."

I take the gift anyway. We talk about the novella on the TV until Harry picks me up at six o'clock.

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"It's normal to be overdue," my fiancé tells me once again.

"Well I'm extra ordinary and don't want--." I stop speaking at the rush of pain that runs through my abdomen. I squirm around, but it only intensifies.

This can't be a Braxton Hicks contraction.

I look at Harry, he's frozen in shock. I glance at the clock. He takes a seat and neither of us speak until I gasp again, this time my nails dig into his arm.

Seven minutes apart.

The doctor doesn't want me to go in until they're five minute apart, just to make sure it's actually time. But I don't give a fuck what the doctor says.

"Harry, please grab my bag and call the elevator," I say softly and I pull on my sandals. He does as I ask and rushes into the hallway. I leave water and food for the dogs before leaving.

The baby carseat is in my hands and I can't help but smile. I'm having a baby. A real, crying baby. Harry's arm winds around my waist to guide me into the elevator. Just to our luck the box is packed.

Another contraction hits hard. I check Harry's watch. That's six minutes. We're getting somewhere. I groan at the feeling and relax into the arms of my baby daddy. His hands cover my stomach protectively.

The fun has just begun.

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If this doctor tells me to push one more time I'm going to strangle him with my baby's umbilical cord.

"Hey, pay attention to me," Harry says softly. "Give me a name, what do you want to name her?"

"Kennedy," I groan. It's like I can't concentrate on anything right now. The doctor announces he can see the head-- she's crowning. I grunt loudly as I give another push. "Kennedy Willow Styles."

"I love it," he says softly. His chapped lips kiss my forehead, his one hand being squeezed by mine and the other stroking my hair. "Once she's in our arms it'll be worth it. I promise. We never have to have kids again if that's what you want. Just give us this one."