“Okay, just take a seat, have a cup of tea. There is nothing else to do but that…”
Luckily, I hear the door at that moment which means that Isaac is home. Thank goodness. I’m not so good at relaxing. I think I have always been a very busy person, so it’s hard for me to just chill. I’m used to everyone relying on me, needing things from me, so to be the one in need isn’t the easiest.
“Hey, Isaac,” I call out happily. “How are you doing? How was work today?”
“Oh, my God, amazing.” I smile as I hear him say this. He’s so passionate about this business of his, and I love it. It just makes it even clearer that he wasn’t happy in the marketing company. I honestly don’t know how he ma
naged it for such a long time. “I got so much done today and welcomed even more volunteers on board.”
“Of course you did. With your charm, I don’t know how anyone would be able to resist you.”
He comes over to me and my heart sings as I lay eyes on him. Even after all this time, I’m still overjoyed to see my straight laced man who I was never supposed to fall in love with. Just because he has a secret little tattoo now, he isn’t the alternative guy I thought would be the one… but Jane brought him to me, and I will always love him. I still get butterflies, my heart always skips a beat, I turn to jelly for him… plus there’s that deep passion flooding my stomach that I will always have for him. That never dies and I don’t think it will.
“I hope so because there is still a long way to go, but it’s going to be awesome in the end.”
I circle my arms around him and kiss him gently. “Well, I’m so very proud of you, my gorgeous man.”
He hugs and kisses me for a while before walking me over to the couch. “I know that relaxing isn’t easy for you. I know you haven’t been doing that all day long, but now you’re going to have to while I cook dinner.”
“I can help you…” I offer, but he shakes his head hard. “Okay, okay, I will rest.”
He heads into the kitchen and I put the television on, trying to lose myself in what’s going on the screen, but it’s difficult for me. There’s a pain in my stomach and it’s becoming more intense by the moment. I keep shifting position, trying to make myself more comfortable, but it isn’t happening.
“Urgh, baby, are you trying to crush me?” I moan. “This hurts, give me a break.”
“Are you okay?” Isaac yells into the living room, sounding panicked.
“I’m all good,” I cry back. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Dinner is almost ready now. I’ll be in soon.”
I stand and pace the room, trying to make myself feel better that way, but it doesn’t help. Each footstep is heavy and painful, but I keep on going. I don’t want to alert Isaac and have him worrying. He has enough going on right now. I’m very aware that I have already been a burden to him. I don’t want to make it worse.
“Oh, Lexi, you don’t look good,” Isaac says as he sees me. “You look like you’re suffering.”
“Suffering because I’m so hungry,” I laugh, making a joke out of it. “What have you made?”
He brings in plates of something that smells delicious, so I take a seat, however much it hurts, and I start eating. It tastes amazing, but I can’t really enjoy it because the pain is getting unbearable. I have to really grit my teeth together to hide it from Isaac, although I don’t think that I’m doing a good job because he seems to be able to see right through me. He keeps darting terrified looks my way, with fear in his eyes.
“You really look like you’re struggling, Lexi, I think we should go to the hospital.”
“I don’t think I need to; baby Jane isn’t quite due yet…” But then the pain hits me so hard I can’t help but let a massive yell and bend forwards. “Oh shit, yeah maybe you’re right. It fucking hurts. It’s like…”
It’s like my stomach is being turned inside out. The pain is off the scale. I can’t handle it. I push off the table and make myself stand up, screaming through the agony. It does calm down a little bit a couple of times, but then it hits again hard. I need help before my body actually falls apart!
Fucking hell, if this gets worse, if it hurts more when the baby comes out, I don’t know how I will survive it. I haven’t ever felt anything like this, it’s so painful, its making my brain foggy.
“I want to eat,” I laugh through the pain. “But I think we need to go.”
Isaac takes my hand and he starts walking me towards the door, but before we get there, I let out a scream. I don’t know what it is, but I get a weird popping sensation down below. A sensation that leaves me absolutely soaking wet. It feels wrong, it’s something that I haven’t ever felt before, I don’t know what to do.
I glance down and want to cry, this is dreadful, the last thing I need right now.
“What’s wrong?” I yell. “I need to change my clothes. I’m all wet. I had an accident.”
This is so embarrassing I want to cry. I can’t believe that I have actually wet my panties in front of the man that I love. I know that he won’t judge me, especially since I’m pregnant, but a humiliated burn runs through my body at the same time. It starts at the tip of my toes and works up my wet legs to my face.
He will surely never be able see me in the same way again. No chance.