I smiled down at Demi who lay on her side, her arms and legs locked around her pregnancy pillow as she slept, the cutest tiny little snores leaving her slightly parted lips. I could see Harper wiggling around inside Demi's large, round and overdue tummy.
42 weeks. Demi is 42 weeks pregnant and don't we all know it, she is miserable. At times I don't enjoy being around her. I've been taking Peyton out a lot more than I normally would because I need a break from miserable and hormonal Demi.
Peyton has joined a little league baseball team and I've volunteered to lend a hand if they need it so I take him every Saturday morning to baseball practice and he loves it.
I tensed slightly as Demi groaned, but plastered a smile onto my face as her eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, Baby" she grumbled her reply. "Happy anniversary, Dems" she just stared at me in silence.
"Shit" I couldn't help but to lightly chuckle.
"You okay, Dems?"
"I forgot about our anniversary" I can't say that it didn't hurt because it did but the tears that welled in her eyes broke my heart. "Nick, I'm so sorry" I shook my head and gave her a small smile. I wanted to lean down and press a kiss to her lips but I knew that she wouldn't appreciate it. She seriously hates any sort of physical contact at the moment. She's so grouchy and grumpy.
"Don't worry about it, Baby. I have enough romance in me for the both of us" she pushed herself up on the bed, wiping the tears away from her cheeks.
"I'm the worst wife ever" she released a sob as she hunched forward, her belly sticking out under my shirt that she stole once she was too large for her own.
"You're not the worst wife ever" I was hesitant to but I eventually ran my hand along her back.
"What wife forgets their one year anniversary?"
"A hormonal, tired and pregnant wife."
"That's not an excuse" I pressed a kiss to her temple, surprised that she didn't shove me away.
"Well, I think it is, so don't beat yourself up about it, okay?"
"I'll cook dinner tonight, unless you've made plans" I shook my head to both.
"I haven't made plans, and you aren't cooking" her eyes narrowed in on me. "And it isn't because I think you're a shit cook" she rolled her eyes and I lightly chuckled. "It's because you're 42 weeks pregnant and if you're on your feet for too long, your ankles swell and you get insanely uncomfortable" she sighed but leant herself into me. I ran my fingers through her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch to you over these last couple weeks" I had to refrain from chuckling.
"You haven't been a bitch, Beautiful."
"I love you, happy anniversary."
"Happy anniversary, Baby."
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"I can't believe you shoved Peyton off on your brother" I turned to Demi as she stepped into the kitchen, one hand on her bump, the other pressed into her back.
"I wanted to, even though we can't really do much, I wanted our anniversary to be special, so I'm making dinner."
"I still can't believe I forgot" Demi slid onto the stool, her face stiffening as if she was in pain.
"You okay, Baby?"
"Yeah, just the normal backache" I wasn't entirely convinced but I didn't push her. "How was Peyton at practice?"
"He's such a little superstar. He's going to be an amazing baseball player one day. He's gotten so much better in the month that he's been playing. I can't..." I was cut off by a cry and I glanced back at Demi to see her hunched over the counter, her hand pressed into her back. "Baby?" she lifted her head off the counter and my worry increased at the tears streaming down her cheeks. I turned off the stove and began straight for her, my hand settling on her back as she cried out.
"I-I think she's coming" as excited as I wanted to be, nothing could overshadow the fear that suddenly hit. When Demi had Peyton, I nearly lost them both.
"Ho-How close are the contractions?"
"I don't know, the-they feel like-like they're on top of each other" I pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she cried.
"Come on, Baby. Let's get you to the hospital" I helped her up from the stool and wrapped my arm around her, guiding her out of the kitchen and towards the front door. "Stay here, I'm going to grab the hospital bags" she nodded, whimpering as I unwrapped my arm from around her.
"G-Grab my phone off charge" I nodded and began towards the stairs after having pressed a kiss to her temple. I ran up the stairs and into the master bedroom to grab her phone. I then went into the room opposite ours to grab the diaper bag, a smile formed on my face at the decorated room.
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The sound of Demi's cries from downstairs pulled me from my stare around the nursery. I tightened my grip around the two bags and began downstairs where I found Demi leant against the wall, her head in her hands as she heavily breathed.
"You're doing so good, Baby" I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Come on, Gorgeous" I wrapped my arm around her and guided her from the house and straight to the car. She whimpered as she climbed into the passenger seat but leant back against the headrest. She had her hand on her belly as she took in deep breaths. I climbed into the driver's side after I threw the bags into the back and instantly shoved the key into the ignition, placing the car into drive. "We've got this, Baby" I took Demi's hand as I pulled from the driveway and began down the street towards the hospital. Demi's grip on my hand was tight, her nails were digging into my palm. I internally cursed as I was greeted with a line of traffic on the highway.
"Nick..." I turned to Demi as she hissed through her pain.
