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A/N - I am happy/ sad to announce that this is indeed the final chapter of small bump. This story was always going to be short and ten chapters felt like the right time to finish it. Thankyou all for the endless support I get with this story. I don't think I will be doing a Sequel but there will be an epilogue with time jumps so we get a view of their future lives. Enjoy  my lovelies.

AUGUST 9 MONTHS-THREE DAYS AFTER DUE DATE.

"I've got my rubber duckie. I'm in the tub with bubblies. He isn't very fuzzy. I know my duckie loves me. Call up my homie, Ernie. The orange one, you heard me." Lucas sung staring intently at the computer screen, I put my bag down on the couch opposite him and quietly move to sit down, what the hell was he doing.

I look over at the computer screen and See Daveed Diggs with an oversized bow tie, lyrics bouncing across the screen, Lucas recites them almost perfectly but stuffs up on the final line.

'Uh. God damn it.' Lucas growls moving to drink his water, I let out a little giggle and moved to massage his shoulders.

'I think they'll still let you into college, even if you can't get that last line of The rubber Duckie rap.' I joke taking his cup and moving downstairs towards the kitchen. I can hear his light footsteps behind me, probably following me down the steps.

'Did you finish up the room.' I ask my arms wrapping around Lucas' neck, I inhale his scent and the mass amount of kicking in my stomach doesn't go unnoticed.

'You will be just as excited as bubba, when you here that I did. Any news on the stubborn one.' He mellows sitting down. I frown slightly knowing there is no news, no labour, no alarms, no bubba.

'No sadly. Mum, Maya and I walked and walked, up hills, down hills. Not so much as a cramp.' I sighed flopping my self down next to Lucas, well flop as well as I could with my very big stomach. It was getting so big I was doubting even my biggest maternity clothes would fit. The doctors had told Lucas and I she would still be abnormally small even with the big stomach, but they also told us that she would be most likely pre-maturely born so what do they know.

'I'm sorry honey, you can't force it though. She'll come when she wants to, now gossip girl or friends.' He questioned, the scoff was the only reply he got and I Quickly heard the familiar sound of the gossip girl opening. I watched as serena ran down the streets of the upper east side before my eyes drifted off into blackness.

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I jolted up wards panting and holding my stomach, trying to conceal the pain that was surging through it. I looked around the dark room and saw that I Was somehow in my bedroom, Lucas must have carried me. I continued to pant but didn't wake Lucas, I didn't want to stress him if it was just a small cramp. Slowly I waddled towards the bathroom Focusing on my breathing, I removed my phone from my back pocket and dialled Maya's number. She would be no help but maybe she could calm me, the ringing stopped and I heard a confused hello from the other end.

'Um Maya I am in a lot of pain right now, what's happening.' I fretted, the pain was causing my brain to be somewhere else and I could barely remember my own name.

'Ok Riley. Are you wet right now.' Maya soothed through the phone, I furrowed my brows looking down and noticing my pants were very wet at the moment, in my panic state I must have not noticed, or even considered the fact that my water could've broke.

'Oh my god Maya. Oh my god.' I panicked and I heard Maya chuckle, since when was she calm.

'Ok Riley, I'll call your doctor and tell him you're coming. You wake Lucas and tell him to take you to the hospital, you do know who Lucas is?' Maya teased and I let out a grunt before shutting off my phone and waddling back into my room, a dopey Lucas was sitting slightly upright, he probably heard me yelling at Maya. He looked over at me and concern filled his drooped face. I let out a shaky breathe and I started to get out of bed.

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