I was just washing the dishes, until another pain hit my stomach and I dropped the bowl I was currently washing. "Shit!" I scowl, as the ceramic bowl shattered into pieces on the wooden floor. Almost instantly Conor came through and ran over to me, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I can get it." I stutter, running my hands through my hair.
Conor then looked me in the eyes, took my hands out of my hair and held them. "Sarah, it's not a huge deal. I love you, I'll help you, through thick and thin." He said, then kissed my lips and cleaned the shattered pieces of bowl. I felt pain, Conor been helping me he times he noticed. But the thing is he doesn't know about it most of the time.
Then I went through to the bathroom that was beside the dining room and took a bath bomb and ran the water on the bath and dropped it in, watched the pink and red explode. Then I undressed and got into the bath.
I closed my eyes, thinking. For once, having a clear mind no pain. I relaxed for about half an hour. Then I got out of the bath and wrapped my bright pink towel around my body and walked to the bedroom. I peeped in the living room to see Conor playing FIFA...
I then got to the bedroom, sitting onto the bed and letting the pain escape. Then I got dressed into a thin cotton onesie that has a hood on it. Then I had to go to the bathroom, I went to the one attached to this bedroom.
Then I went to the room for baby Avery, the name we chose for the baby. I took a snap of it with my phone and I posted it to Twitter and Instagram with the caption 'only a few weeks to go!' Then instantly Zoe retweeted, commented and likes it on Twitter. And commented 'I want to babysit Avery!' Making me laugh.
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This chapter was inspired by an idea from lenam16 . Please go and read her book (if you haven't already.) dreams vs reality. It helped as I'm out of inspiration juice. Please vote and comment your opinion.
