Okay, that stops the tears. Scoffing, I give my own dramatic eye roll. “Yeah. Right.”
“We’re a pair, aren’t we?” Robin sighs.
“We sure are.”
“Men suck,” she adds.
“They sure do.”
My name is called. Time to see the doctor to make sure my sweet baby is still doing well. I need to do whatever I can keep her or him inside.Evenif it means more bed rest.
Please.No more bed rest.
23
Nate
Three months and seventeen days later.
Gus:They told me not to call you, but I’m doing it anyway. She’s in labor.
Fuck.
24
Maggy
NowI understandwhy women scream obscenities during labor and why it’s ideal to have the man who caused this whole mess in the first place on hand. Sadly, the person taking the brunt of my wrath is my dearest, sweetest friend, Robin. And boy, what a trouper she’s been, especially considering I’ve been in fucking goddamn fucking labor for thirteen godforsaken hours.
The motherfucker.
See what I mean?
Poor Robin.
“Uh, miss, um…”
“What!” I scream at the, honestly, so sweet, brand-spankin’ new nurse who is supposed to be taking care of me but has, I think, decided maybe the maternity ward at the city’s “biggest and best hospital” (according to Gus) isn’t a great career choice.
“You, uh, have, um, a…”
Oh, God. A contraction. “Spit. It. Out!” I scream.
“Youhaveavisitor.” This time the words fly out of the sweet little thing.
“Sorry,” I say with a wince. “I’m sorry.” Then I cry. Again. For about the fiftieth time. Labor sucks. I can’t believe women choose to go through this more than once. I, for one, will never forget how much this hurts. Not for one fucking second.
“Uh…”
I hear a man’s voice. A man I’d both hoped to see but also never wanted to see again. Don’t ask me to explain that. It’s just the way it is.
“Go away.” I say angrily. The labor pains have subsided for what I know will be about one teeny-tiny fucking minute, and I want to enjoy the interlude without having to look at that bastard’s face.
“You okay?”
M’kay. Let’s just unpack that question, shall we?
“No!” The reason I’m shouting is because another labor pain hits, and it was no way one full minute from the one before. “I’m not okay, you cocksucking jackass.”
