Day 34: Every muscle and joint ached, every breath was a struggle.
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Prompt by trace619: "Alex in labor. I have a feeling it would be more painful for the doctors and nurses than Alex." (I hope I did this prompt justice.)
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Continuation of Day 12.
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Olivia's left hand is swollen and sore and she's almost sure one of her fingers is broken. She hisses as the cold icepack comes in contact with her overheated hand.
"I'm sorry," Alex says for the umpteenth time.
"It's fine," Olivia says, also for the umpteenth time.
It comes down to a staring contest that Olivia loses. Alex smiles smugly, crossing her arms over her chest. Too exhausted to laugh, Olivia just rolls her eyes.
"Do you think I should apologize to them?" Alex asks, long after Olivia thinks she has fallen asleep.
Olivia looks up at her wife, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who?"
Alex sighs. "The nurses."
Olivia chuckles, earning herself a pointed glare from Alex. "You were kinda harsh, Al, but I'm sure they understand."
Alex takes in this information and mulls it over in her mind. "I'm going to apologize," she says resolutely.
Olivia nods. "Okay," she says. Standing up, she presses a light kiss to Alex's forehead. "I'm going to get something for dinner; you hungry?"
Alex shakes her head. "You go. Say hit to Elliot and Kathy for me."
"Okay." Olivia presses another kiss to Alex's forehead. "Love you."
Alex smiles. "Love you too."
When Olivia gets back to the room forty-five minutes later – after taking a detour to look in at their babies – Alex is fast asleep. She presses another kiss to the top of Alex's head and sits down in the chair next to the bed to enjoy her dinner.
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