Authors note: thanks for all the feed back guys! Much appreciated.

THIS IS RATED T+ because of LANGUAGE.

anyway my back KILLS because my friend who I normally clean my barn with, is sick, so I ended up having to ALL 26 stalls. and yesterday, it rained so all the horses were inside. and we didn't muck yesterday. so today there was 2 times as much manure to muck... long story short, MY BACK KILLS... D:

Anyway, I figured I'll get closer to the end of the pregnancy, because I cant think of anything else to write. lol. but not the end of the story. :) as always, I'm typing this on my phone, so I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling errors. please please review and read my other stories too!

Holy shit. I look like a fucking whale. I'm 37 weeks along, and fatter than ever. I've given up on having a full nights sleep, between the insistent kicking in my stomach, and the braxton hixx contractions. I smile slightly when I feel another kick coming from my stomach. I swear these kids are going to be soccer players. I remember the first time we felt a kick, Mal flipped out, in a good way. It was a few months ago, and we were just sitting on the couch, when I felt a kick in my stomach.

" Oh my God! Mal feel my stomach! I felt a kick!"

Immediately he placed his hand over my stomach and another kick was felt. Mal smile was priceless. I love him so much. He is going to be such a great dad.

But now I thought... Am I going to be a great mom? What if I'm not? And now with my overly hormonal mood swings, this immediately put me in a depressed mood. I laid down onto the couch and started crying. Fuck hormones, I never cry. But the thoughts still ran through my head. What If I'm not a good mom? What if my kids hate me. What if something happens to the kids? What if something happens to Mal or I, then what would happen to the kids? God dammit, I have to stop worrying. But I couldn't. They're supposed to be born in two weeks and four days. Oh God, what if something bad happens?I'm so scared now. Tears are now streaming down my face, and I make no effort to stop them. Behind me, I hear the door open and close. Mal must've come home from work.

"Hey Babe. I'm home!" he calls out. he walks into the kitchen, glances back, and sees me curled up on the couch crying.

" Oh my God!" he rushes over to me.

" Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asks, worry ruining his perfect features.

" I'm... I'm scared." I squeak out.

" Scared of what?"

" That I won't be a good mother."

" Oh, sweetie. " Mal pulls me into a huge hug. " Oh course you're going to be a good mother. Remember when I was sick a few months ago?" I remembered. Mal came down with pneumonia and was bed ridden for three days. He was delusional from a high fever, and couldn't hold down any food. I was about 6 months along at this point, but I stayed next to him the entire time, getting anything he wanted when he was awake, and going to and from the doctors to pick up medicines for him.

I nodded yes.

" Well if you can put up with me bitching and whining all that time, I know for a fact you'll be a great mom." I nodded, but I was still worried. Mal must've known, because he tilted up my chin, and looked into my eyes.

" Nat, you're going to be fine. Our kids will be fine. We will be fine. Okay?" he says, his voice so definite I know that I had choice but to believe him.

He wipes away my tears, looks into my eyes, and places a passionate kiss on my Lips.

" I love you, my beautiful girl." he whispers to me.

Authors note: Yay! next chapter the kids are born! and sorry this was a short one! please review!