Remember Me

Chapter 29

Hannah's POV:

Waking up I slowly opened my eyes, vision blurred as I turned carefully onto my side due to this huge belly of mine. Only to come to the terms of David not being asleep beside me like I would have imagined but it was then that it hit me, he was at training, had been ever since roughly half past ten this morning. Meaning I was all alone in this huge house of ours, one of the many things I have hated over the recent months – being alone, but as the time passes me by I start to get used to it I guess. So with a reasonably loud sigh coming out from my lips I soon got up from the bed, only to receive a tightening pain occurring in my belly. Standing still in my position I let out a hiss from the feeling, closing my eyes and waiting for it to pass.

Ever since yesterday morning I have been getting these same tightening feelings down in my lower stomach, but with these ones now a lot harsher and longer in order for me to handle. And with my due date having been three days ago, as you can imagine panic is now starting to completely take over me when I feel this tightening. This is exactly why I have hated to be left alone over the past couple of weeks, in case something happens, going into labour when I have no one around me is something I fear the most. Therefore the reason why whenever I wake up alone I count down the hours until David gets back from wherever, desperate and eager to hear the sound of the front door opening to leave as aware that he is finally home.

Once the tightening had slowly started to ease after a minute or so I was eventually able to carry on my walk ahead towards the bathroom where I was originally heading, where I used the toilet quickly before washing my hands. And with that I started to gradually walk down the stairs, my hands resting on my belly as the smallest of movements were being felt. I am telling you now, I really do have a lively little one inside of me. Oh and the kicks, well all I am saying it that it is pretty obvious to me that her daddy is a footballer. Anyway, once I had got myself into the kitchen I carefully bent down to my hidden stash of chocolate in one of the cupboards and got a big bar. Sitting up at the kitchen as I then immediately started to eat it.

The amount of weight I can imagine that I have put on over these past forty weeks is such a scary feeling, considering the fact I have been eating for two. Each portion to all three of my meals every day is double to that of David’s. I feel like an elephant with this belly in which is weighing me down day in and day out, snacking in between meals and whenever I deem to be a necessary time to sneak down into my secret stash of chocolate bars that still to this day David is unaware of. And I can only but imagine that if he was to find it and see all of my hidden chocolate in there he would have a fit, especially taking into consideration the times I moan about the amount of weight I feel like I am putting on. But I just cannot help myself.

As soon as I had easily managed to eat the entire bar of chocolate I stood up from the stool I had been sitting down on, making my way over to the bin in order to dispose of the packet and push it right down to the bottom so it could not be seen by David. Just as I was about to start my walk back up the stairs in order to lounge in bed, I was stopped in doing so. As right in that moment I felt a severe tightening pain occurring in my lower stomach, one nothing at all in compare to any of the previous. Causing for me to hold onto the kitchen side with one of my hands and clutching my stomach with the other, hunching over and crying out loudly.

Panic was all but filling me up inside from the feeling, thinking of only the worst over this as I was alone with no help of anybody. Luckily enough for me the pain of tightening was soon over and I could just about manage to stand on my own two feet again without hunching my body over but still, the panic and worry still taking over my entire being. What do I do? Not wasting a second in doing so I reached for the home phone placed on the kitchen side, then to dial David’s mobile before putting it to my ear. But the worst outcome was to evolve for me as he did not answer, going straight to voicemail after a reasonable amount of rings. So I quickly dialled Ludy’s number, putting the phone to my ear to which she finally answered.