Lillie's P.O.V
I'm now nine months pregnant, Conor and I found out that we're having... twins! We're having two girls - we still cannot decide on names. I'm really excited to be having these babies, however, being nine months pregnant with twins is a bit of a struggle. I'm waddling like a flipping penguin, I'm feeling ridiculously dizzy, I've had really bad heartburn, lower back and leg pain, my hands look swollen, I've had bleeding gums which was kinda shocking and I've been feeling somewhat well to put it in one way... fucking sick haha! Conor has been amazing, so has the girls and the Buttercream.
Conor, me and the Buttercream are sitting on the sofa at mine and CJ's apartment watching a movie, suddenly I feel a wave of stabbing pains in my stomach and my uterus area. I screech out in pain squeezing Jack and Conor's hand,
"Baby?! What's wrong?!?" Conor says in a panic. Before I can even answer some water like substance goes all down my leggings and h sofa,
"MY WATERS HAVE BROKEN!" I shout in pain,
"Fuck! Conor where's your keys?!" Milena says grabbing my pregnancy bag,
"In the kitchen!" Conor says running as fast as his legs could carry him,
"Can you walk?!" Jack says sounding worried,
"I'll try," I say,
"Hear take my hand," Jack says. I try and stand up by my legs can't carry themselves, I fall back down on the sofa thriving in pain. Next thing I know Conor picks me up bridal style Milena and Jack running closely behind him down to the garage to get into his car.
Conor is driving to the hospital as fast as he can without getting pulled over by the old bill. The sooner we get to the hospital the better. This pain is the worst pain I've ever experienced.
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