Joys of Motherhood
Chapter 10
Rating-PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 7th Heaven.
Summary: A fanfic about Lucy, Kevin, and their kids. Takes place 7 years from now.
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Previously on 7th Heaven: But right now I hate her. I hate her for even thinking of leaving us. I hate her for wanting to. I can't even look at her.
Told from Lucy's Point of View
Wednesday December 16th, 2011
I have a reason to be unhappy. I'm 3 months pregnant with twins but I look like I'm 5 months pregnant. I'm fat and can't fit in my pants. So now I have to go back to wearing my maternity clothes. But worse than that my husband won't look at me. I'm an awful mother because I'm unhappy. And I'm unhappy because I'm going to have ten kids. Ten kids! I feel this way and it makes me sick. I hate myself. I'm the worst mother in the world. Kevin can't even look at me. I want to be happy. I really do but can I be happy here?
I walked to the office doorway and knocked. "Kevin can we talk?" I leaned against the door frame.
"Fine." He pushed his rolling office chair back. "You want to talk, talk."
"Kevin I'm unhappy."
"I think we've established that." That hurt. How can the man I married be so cruel?
"I'm unhappy because feel fat, ugly, unloved, overworked, and just so tried! I'm tired of being pregnant and being sick all of the time. I didn't even realize I was pregnant until I was scheduling the kids' doctor's appointments. That's when I realized I was late. I hadn't realized I had gained weight. I hadn't realized I was pregnant again. I hadn't realized my morning sickness had started. And now I'm huge!"
"You're not fat or ugly. I love you very much. I know you're tired of being pregnant and being sick. And you are not huge."
I know on the verge of crying. "I am huge! I look so big. And you will never know how it feels to be pregnant and tried so don't say you do!" I started to cry buckets of tears.
Suddenly I felt two arms wrap around me and my head rested on his chest. "I love you Luce." We stood there with our arms wrapped around one another, my small bump keeping a distance between us.