My broken life

Nova's P.O.V

I heard them shouting.
It was so loud.
So aggravating.
All of a sudden, I heard Lana crying and I ran into the living room to see Diana slowly walking to the stairs trying to grab onto everything she can to pull her forward.
"Mummy's coming my darling baby girl!" She shouted.
I ran towards her holding her lower back trying to help her up the stairs. You could tell the baby had grown because her baggy jumper was riding up and it looked so tight on her like it was going to suffocate her. It couldn't stretch anymore.
Finally we reached the top of the stairs and into Lana's room. Diana's bony body reached the rocking chair and she sat down.
I went over to Lana's cot and picked her up and then I gave her to Diana.
Lana could hardly fit on Diana's lap.
You could see the pain in Diana's eyes the streams on her face that were to come.
"Mummy loves you very much you know and that will never ever change even this baby won't change that," she cried trying to act like the baby was normal, "we don't know what the consequences of this baby is yet do we so if it doesn't go as we planned just remember mummy will always love you!"
Diana couldn't keep it in any more and she just bled out with all different emotions.
Crying.
Screaming.
I then picked up Lana from her lap to put her back in the cot.
Then I walked back over to Diana to give her the biggest hug ever.
I started to cry.
We took one final look at perfect Lana and we headed back downstairs one step at a time.
I left Diana snuggled up on the sofa while I made us some delicious popcorn.
I put Diana in a good mood by giving her the remote so she could buy us a movie to watch.
I came back in to see she had chosen a film.
I sat down and snuggled up to her. The scent of her had changed from the last time we snuggled she used to smell like roses now all I could smell was fresh vomit, blood and sweat.
After a while she started to get very hot so she took the blanket off of her and went over to the laundry basket to find her fresh pyjama bottoms and top. She put the bottoms on first which didn't reach over her stomach and then she put on her top which she could only get it past not even halfway of her stomach.
This baby was growing quicker that we thought.
If she went out in public people would think she was about 7 or 8 months. When she was actually only 3 months.
She sat back down and I looked over to she her clenching her fists and squinting her eyes every 10 seconds and for the next 15 minutes she was doing the same thing only that her clenches were getting longer and her stomach moved at the same exact time.
"Diana? Are you ok? Is the baby hurting?"
"First of all, don't call it a baby and second of all yes it is but I can deal with it the thing is just kicking like Lana did when I was pregnant with her only this time I hate the thing inside me that's doing it!" Diana exclaimed.
I put my hand on her stomach to feel now every 5 seconds the baby kicking rapidly.
I could tell how much pain she was in.