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sixty seven. pt.1

5 Months Later. . .

GemmaIrwin

WhydidIevenwanttogotothis?

I fold my hands over my lap, watching the boring-ass play I begged Ashton to attend with me. I've fallen asleep twice, felt one of the kids kick twice, and  gotten up to use the bathroom so much that the usher that opens the door for me probably knows my face.

But what do you expect when you're expecting any second now?

"Isn't this play nice?" Ashton is clearly very much into the play, way more than I am. "Gemma?"

"Oh, yeah, it is, Ashton." He runs his thumb over my hand,a gesture I've secretly adored. I finger the hem of my baby blue dress, chosen solely (by me,of course) because of the baby part. Suddenly, I feel something race down my leg.

No, fuck, now is not the time.

Is it?

Shit, it is.

"Hey Ashton, guess what?"

"Hmm?"

"Bombs away." That was our code name, for "my water is fucking breaking" if the time ever occurred and we were in public. His eyes widen, "Ashton, did you not hear me,I said my fucking water just broke we're having three babies."

"Shit fuck, okay," he springs up, and I get up, and we both start to move through the small isles. "Hey, excuse me, pardon me, babies on board ha."

"Can you please move your fat wife outta the way, I'm trying to watch a play here." I turn to the boorish man, try to ignore his words even though I feel like crying, and keep moving.

But Ashton stops dead in his tracks.

"Fuck you." Ashton spits, then punches the guy in the fucking face, takes my hand and leads me down the isle. "Whoops, sorry Gemma."

"Oh gosh," I look back at the guy, "why does he have a briefcase. . ." My eyes widen as I hiss to Ashton, "faster!" We speed walk until we're out of the stuffy building. "Where's your car?!"

"Remember, it's in the shop! We got here using a . . . cab!" A cab quickly comes our way, and we get in.

"¿Adónde vas?" The cabbie asks, fuck that's not in English.

"Um, um, Engels!" I exclaim in Dutch. It means English.

"What language is he speaking?"

"Here," I give him a stack of money, "drive."

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it's his birthday in UK I'm seriously cryijg rm sorry if i spelll things wrong my fuckimg tears are to much

fckfck this shit goodbye D O NE

ash xxx