It turned out Peyton and Aisling had only waited up to speak to Dewi. Then Peyton took a guest room upstairs while Aisling headed out to the pool house to collapse and catch up on their sleep.
Badger and Ken already had a list of items to check off and arrange for Aisling—work phone, vehicle, and other items.
Duncan finally took a long look at Dewi and then pointed. “You. Upstairs. Nap. Don’t make me Prime you.”
She started to argue, then decided against it. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Ken followed her, snuggling with her in bed. “Go to sleep, honey. I’ll wake you up if we need you.”
“Okay…”
She woke up in mid-afternoon, had lunch, worked for about fifteen minutes on her laptop, and then fell asleep again sitting up in bed.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She did make it downstairs for dinner, and to discuss some business with Peyton, but then she was yawning so much he finally ordered her back to bed and she was so exhausted she didn’t even feel irritated by it.
Around 4:30 the next morning, Dewi awoke with her bladder feeling like it was going to explode.
Dammit.
Ken lay sound asleep next to her and the last thing she wanted to do was wake him up by wallowing around like a stranded manatee in her attempts to get out of bed.
Carefully, she managed to ease her legs around and over the edge of the bed, slowly scooting herself until her feet finally touched the floor.
Ahh.
Now she could roll herself over and push up with her arms.
And I didn’t even wet myself.
#winning
By this time, however, she was wide awake.
Finally caught up on my sleep. Yay!
Once she finished in the bathroom she grabbed Ken’s bathrobe and pulled it on over her T-shirt and headed downstairs.
Might as well eat something.
Even though she wasn’t exactly hungry yet, she knew she would be soon.
Besides, she was feeling grumpy.
Grumpier than usual.
Even for her.
And achey and just…miserable.
And I’ve got approximately three-to-six more weeks of this bullshit.That was if she didn’t go full term.
More if she did.
She rested a hand on her baby mountain as she used the other hand to reach for the stair railing.
No offense, little one, but I’m done with this being pregnant shit. Come whenever you’re ready.
