OLIVIA.
'Pregnant lady stop it.' I ignore Daniel. 'I'm gonna squeeze your boobs if you don't.' While turning around I move my arms in front of my painful boobs. 'Don't you dare.' He smiles. 'You should rest.' My back is indeed hurting, allot. 'The room is beautiful.' I look around the nursery of the little man, who's still in my stomach. Tomorrow I'm 35 weeks. I can't wait for him to get out of my stomach. I loved the pregnancy, but I'm a little done with it. I wanna hold him. 'You think?' A little insecure I ask Daniel. 'Yes.' He kisses me. 'Just like you.' I take a look of the room again. Yeah it's finished. We moved into a new apartment two months ago. Not everything is done yet, but I wanted his room to be done. 'Now get your ass over to the bed.' He slaps my butt. 'Hey!' I follow him to the living room, that isn't finished at all. Our kitchen is open, so we're also in the kitchen. When Daniel is off to Barcelona I'm gonna be busy. I'm not gonna let Daniel do it, he sucks at doing it himself. Plus all the stuff is here, one of my favorite humans is coming to visit me when Daniel is gone, he'll be a big help too.
'You sure you wanna go for a swim?' Daniel asks when I enter the living room. 'Yes, I need to get this body ready for birth.' Swimming help, I think. So I heard. 'Alrighty.' I kiss him. I move my hand through his hair. 'Don't worry so much about me babe, I'll be fine. Get yourself ready for the race.' I'm not going anywhere. 'How can I when you are high pregnant?' Smiling I shake my head grabbing my towel. 'Love you.' 'Love you too.'
Pain in my stomach wakes me up. I don't like this. This hurts. But not much later it's already gone. 'Go to sleep bubba, it is night time,' I whisper to my stomach. I close my eyes again, when I'm almost asleep again the pain is back. 'Fuck.' I softly curse. Am I having contractions? I push myself up. I take my phone from the nightstand. 4 at the morning, great. The pain fades again. Well I'm not going back to sleep again. I get out of bed. Daniel still asleep. I need to pie.
'Ollie?' I hear in the distance. 'Toilet.' I had another contraction, on the toilet. 'What is going on?' He asks a little worried. 'Just having a contraction, at least I think I'm having contractions.' Quickly he walks over to me. 'Why didn't you woke me up?' I get up from the toilet. He needs to leave for Barca today, that's why. He has work. 'Because it's only my third. I was just waiting.' 'We need to call the hospital.' I shake my head. 'No they aren't that bad yet. They are far apart.' I take his hands into mine. 'Calm down Daniel.' His eyes looks so worried. 'Let's get back to bed.' Pulling onto his hand I enter our bedroom. We lie down. My hand brushing through his hair. 'I can't wait for my little man to be here.' His hand resting on my stomach. 'What do you think about me? Getting rid of my back pain, able to see my feet again, walking normal again, you want me to continue?' He chuckles. 'No, I get it. You don't know how thankful I am for you doing this.' Wrinkles on his forehead when he looks at me. I smile. 'It was my choice too. But I will attach you to the contraction machine one day.' He doesn't answer. He doesn't want to, but he will. See how much of a pussy he is.
'Bye son.' My grandpa and I wave Daniel goodbye. 'Enjoy and don't do too much! Both of you!' He closes the door behind him. I already miss him. But I can't wait to spend some "father daughter time" with my grandpa. 'So what do you wanna do first?' Both grandpa and I look around the room. I walk over to the pile of papers. 'I made a little design of what I want here.' I hand him a paper. 'You want a bench?' I nod. I know he can make it. 'Alright.' He studies the paper.
After years of no TV, it's perfectly on time to watch the first practice session. I post in my story. The room is making progress. We have a dining table. We still need to get a new couch, but this one is fine for now. I think it will be done at the end of this week. Except the self made bench and decoration, but the decoration I'll do next week, all around the house. The bathroom and our bedroom, kitchen, not to forget the balcony; it all needs to be decorated. At least my baby boy his room is done. He is kicking. Getting ready to listen to f1. The contractions I had were false contractions, they vanished after a hour or so. When I looked it up I thought they could've been preterm labor contractions. Because they hurt more then I expected. Luckily it wasn't the case, because I wasn't ready to deliver him yet. My dm's are filling quickly already. All a little the same type of comment. I take photo of me and my grandpa's feet. Calm down! I didn't carried anything heavy, my gpa is a great help. Love you opa. I post in my story again. I'm stubborn but I know I shouldn't carry heavy stuff, I carry but nothing too heavy.
'How much did you two do today?' I smile looking at my Daniel on my phone screen. 'You're gonna love it when you're home.' He looks serious, for once. 'I'm begging you don't do too much. He is getting old, you're about to give birth.' That is not true. '5 more weeks.' 'Still Ollie.' I roll my eyes. He is too worried. I just want it finished. We don't have any time once the little one is here.
'It is weird not being with you in Barcelona.' The place we met. The love of my life. The first time not being there with him. 'Yeah. 3 years ago.' I nod. 'Time flies.' We're expected our first child, we're engaged. 'It's crazy.'
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Distraction
FanfictionI can't keep my eyes off her. And I really need to focus on the race. But she's so pretty. I wanna know her touch. Her fingers trough my hair. And her smiles, it's perfect. She's all perfection. She's such a distraction. And honestly I don't mind.
