I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Bree;
38 weeks, 5 days.

It's been well over a couple months since the kids and I have been in Vancouver, and I haven't really had much contact at all with Michael; the only one that has been in contact with me is Luke, as bad as that is, he's been a good supporter and I'm nervous that I'm gonna have this baby by myself with Michael not even being here.

Declan was with his dad and half-brother Malachi while I took Row with me to shop for food for the house, I'm so grateful for Ricky and Kelsey letting us stay there; I was gonna go home but I was thinking way ahead of time about the labour with Nash I'll be going through in a couple weeks.

Rowan is now nine months and is starting to craw around while Malachi is a year old as of a week ago and is slowly walking on his own, it's now the middle of May and I'm due any day now. Declan loves being back in Vancouver, especially because he gets to see his dad every day when he wakes up and before he goes to bed; he has admitted to me that he does miss Michael and the others, I admitted that I too miss them but there's not much we can do.

"My chunky monkey, what should we get for dinner?" I hummed as I talked away to my daughter, she was sitting in the baby seat in the shopping cart, playing with her stuffed Pikachu Ricky gave her.

We cruised down each aisle as I throw random but useful food into the cart, making sure I get baby snacks for Row, snacks, fruit and vegetables for Dec and I, and I come across the meats; I grab a pack of chicken, a pack of hamburger and some ribs. I walk to the deli and order some sandwich meat for Declan since he starts back up in school tomorrow, then I grab frozen corn, peas, mixed veggies and some ice cream and popsicles plus a frozen pie for dessert. I make sure to grab bread, eggs, milk, cheese and lettuce as well before going to the check out to pay.

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"Ricky! We're back but I need help, waxa." I yell from the door, placing Rowan down in the living room on her blanket and place toys around her. "Dec! Watch your sister please."

Ricky and I go out to the car and he grabs most of the bags, leaving me to grab Rowan's diaper bag, my bag and mine, Declan's and Ricky's smoothies from Tim Hortons. We get inside and I help placing the groceries away before going into the other room and plopping down on the couch with an exhausted sigh.

"Tired?" Ricky asked as he sat next to me with a bowl of fruits, plopping a grape in his mouth.

"Heck yeah, I swear... If this baby don't come soon, I'll make him." I laugh then get serious again, "But no, I'm just tired of being so tired all the time and my back's always killing me... It's like Dec all over again"

"Did you want me to run you a bubble bath? I could watch the kids, keep them off your back for awhile." He asks and I blush, nodding my head. "Pyjamas and an over-sized shirt with fuzzy socks?"

"You know me too well, yes please." I say, I sit up and grab the bowl of fruits and start munching.

"Hey, those are mine!" Ricky says while laughing, "I'm just kidding, I'll be right back."

He leaves the living room to, what I assume, start the bath for me. I toss a strawberry into the air then catch it in my mouth. I get up to grab some juice when something wet trickled down my legs then followed by a very sharp pain. Oh shit.

"Ricky!" I yelp out best I could, god damn this is more painful then Dec and Row. "Ow, ow, ow. Ricky!"

"What is it?!" He comes running in, almost slipping on the hardwood floor, "What's wrong?"

"It's time, ouch. Fuck." I hiss in pain as he grabs ahold of my hand, helping me to the room.

"Okay, is there anything I can do?" Ricky asks, sounding panicked as I waddle around the room to gather stuff up for baby and I.