The boy next door

I'm never having anymore children (part 2)

Eleanor's POV

8 1/2 months later

Over the months Dad still hasn't accepted me. I feel bad, but I had to be happy for my children. I've grown a ton and look like a hippo. I can't walk long distances or else I get tired. The bad of it all is that I have to pee a lot. The good thing is I get to have big boobs!

Mum and I bought baby clothes and furniture. We finally converted Nick's old room into a nursery. That tired us both for days, but we got the job done.

I was now sitting in the living room watching 'Psycho' with a bowl of popcorn on my stomach when Dad walked in.

"Getting big?" He asked me.That was the first question he's asked me in months.

"I'm about to explode." I smiled at him. He sat next to me.

"Listen, about that little fight we had, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to accept that my daughter is pregnant and that she needs support in this, mostly when she's sixteen. I just want you to-"

"Dad I forgive you"

"Great, well, uhhh..."

"Would you like to feel the kicking?"

"The what?"

"They kick now. Here"- I grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach where the wild kicking was happening.-"Do you feel it?"

"Yes"-He smiled.-"They're active."

I felt a big kick.-"They are"-I laughed and we kept on laughing while they were kicking until I felt a huge kick and felt my thighs wet.-"Dad!?"

"Eleanor are you ok?" He was concerned.

"I think my water broke!"

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