Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 63

A/N: THE EPILOGUE IS HERE! This is set four months later. If you haven't worked out why, I'm disappointed in you.

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(Sophie's POV)

I really hated being pregnant, sometimes. I really did. It was cool and all... But this wasn't.

"Phil!" I whined. I was in the nursery we had prepared. It was in the guest room directly next to my suite, which I shared with Phil. Phil burst into the room, panicking slightly, but relaxing when he saw I wasn't giving birth or something. "Can I have a pickle and ketchup sandwich?"

"A what?" Phil screwed his nose up in disgust.

"Goddamnit, can I not get a sandwich around here?" I cried, tears welling in my eyes. "I spend all this time suffering and no one can even bother with me!"

"Of course you can." Phil simply smiled at me and left as I got my emotions in check. I had been like this a lot the last two weeks, and I felt awful, but I couldn't help it. I sighed. It was not fun at all. You couldn't walk or breathe, constant dashing to the toilet when they sat on your bladder, dealing with emotional wrecks and organ kicking were just a few problems. David had actually had to tell me I couldn't have several of my food requests as it would literally cause me harm. About a month ago, I had really wanted macaroni and cheese with vodka and paint mixed into the sauce. Don't know where that came from.

"Here." Phil came back with the sandwich and I ate it gratefully. It was two days after my due date, and I was seriously sick of being pregnant. No pun intended.

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It was dinner that night and we were having Indian food. A spicy curry might help shift the two procrastinators sitting around in me. Lots of our subscribers had been laughing over the past few days. I'd been so bored that all I did was vlog and edit. A lot of spicy food, gardening and painting had been included, causing lots of people to laugh at my attempts to get the kids moving.

"Chicken korma..." I squeezed some lemon on top of it and dug in, ravenous. I had soon cleared two plates, one for myself and half for each of the babies.

"You will one day laugh or be completely dumbfounded by that appetite." Jason chuckled as the plates were taken away. It was important to eat and drink well, was it not?

"Hmm... I love this." We were having hot, chocolate, caramel volcanos for desert. Basically large cupcakes with caramel instead of filling that flowed out of the top, all hot. Yummy.

"You don't say." Gemma rolled her eyes as I cleared my plate again. "You've been eating all day as well."

"Got to eat well." I smiled, stretching. "I'm going to take a nap. Or go to sleep." We all headed upstairs. Poppy, Mia and Eliza were also staying for a bit, so they headed upstairs with Luke, David and Ethan. It was gone nine o'clock, and we had to have lots of videos prepared for when I went into labour because we wouldn't have the time to make any.

"Night." I whispered to Phil, who was tapping away on his laptop.

"Night." He murmured back and I drifted off.

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The next morning started off with me dashing into the bathroom as I did every morning after a night full of two energetic children bounding around me, jumping on my bladder and kicking every organ in reach.

"Will you just be born already?" I grumbled at my stomach, just to get a sharp kick in response. "I don't care if it's comfy. I want you out already." Nothing. It was probably a boy at least once that was being lazy.