I was sitting in the living room, thinking about how I would convince David to let us keep him and raise him. I had my shirt up so my belly was exposed andI was stroking it, then I suddenly felt him kick me. Hard. Then I realized my water broke some amount of time ago and I never noticed. Was I going into labor? I wasn't due for another 2 weeks. Another hard nudge. I screamed for David, and he rushed down the stairs.
It was a few months after our fight, and I said that I was going to give him up for adoption after birth, only I was going to fall in love with him the second I saw him, which might make David let me keep him. I hoped. I alsomanaged to convince David to let me take care of him for a year or so.
"David, I'm going into labor!"
"But, your not due for another 2 weeks!'
"Well I am, so get me to the hospital!"
David ran to the key rack and grabbed the keys off the shelf. He then ran to my chair, helped me up and walked me to the car. He rushed there, and brought me to the ambulence enterance of the hospital rather than the pedestrian enterance because the ambulence enterance is much closer.
I was put on a hospital bed they have waiting in the lobby for people who cant walk there and also cant be wheeled. I was rushed to my room where I gave birth to my new baby boy. I was a mother. We named him Freddie.
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