The Boy That Stole My Heart

Chapter 14: CRAP!

I was having a baby boy and he was going to be born any day now. It was a couple weeks until New Years Day and more importantly, Christmas! I didn't think I could possibly get as fat as I am now, but I can. I looked like a watermelon was tucked under my shirt. I couldn't bend down to pick things up and I walked really slow. I also had really bad back problems and I was mostly just laying around now, barely able to walk.

Tonight, Clint and I were the only ones home and he was making me dinner.

"Sweetheart."

I was laying on the couch. I looked up and Clint was standing over me.

"Dinner's ready. Want me to bring it to you?" Clint asked.

"No. I'm coming." I moaned.

I stood up and followed Clint into the kitchen. As I walked, I couldn't see the towel laying on the ground because of my huge stomach. I stepped on it and slipped.

I reached out to grab onto Clint's arm, but he slipped right through my grip. I slammed onto my back and it went dead silent. My head was spinning and my vision was blurry. Clint fell to his knees next to me.

"Shit! Lexi! Are you alright?" Clint asked.

I didn't move as I slowly said, "What dip shit decided it would be smart to leave a mother fucking towel on the damn ground?"

Clint helped me sit up. "Um, that may or may not have been me." I shot him an annoyed look as he helped me stand. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I said.

We ate dinner and I parked myself on the couch once more. My head was on Clint's and he was running his fingers through my hair. I was falling asleep when it happened.

My water broke.

I screamed and Clint jerked up. He looked down at me.

"What?" Clint asked.

I sat up. "MY WATER JUST BROKE!"

"You're kidding!" Clint yelled.

"NO! FUCK!!!!!"

"Okay! Okay, don't panic! Come on." Clint helped me to my feet. "Do you need anything before we go?"

"No! Just go!" I pushed Clint towards the door.

We walked outside and froze. There was no car. William had the car.

"Clint! What do we do?! I'm having a baby!" I cried. I moaned. "Oh no. Contractions are starting!"

"Crap crap crap crap crap." Clint grabbed my hand. "We need to go to the bus. It's the closest thing here."

We walked quickly to the bus stop just as a bus was pulling up. Clint helped me on and turned to the driver.

"We need a hospital! She's having a baby!" Clint ordered.

I moaned louder. "Clint! It's coming!"

"What?!" Clint turned to me.

"It's coming! I can feel it!" I cried.

"It hasn't even been twenty minutes!" Clint yelled. "Can you hold it?"

I glared at him. "NO! I CAN'T HOLD A FUCKING BABY IN YOU SHITHEAD!"

"Is anybody a doctor?" Clint asked the people on the bus.

"I'm a nurse." A woman stood up as the driver started driving to a hospital.

"We need help," Clint said.

"How far apart are the contractions?" The woman asked me.

"They aren't!" I moaned.

"You need to lay down." The woman said.