"Breathe, baby," Edward says and I glare at the side of his head. Edward's driving us to the fucking hospital. It's two am, I'm tired and pissed and in fucking labour and Edward here is trying to tell me what to do.
Yeah. Not happening, buddy.
But he continues… unable to see me glaring at the side of his fucking head.
"Do that Lamaze breathing thing," he says and then he imitates it.
I try. I really do. But this hurts and I'm not in the mood to be nice to the fucker who put me in this position.
Ok, so maybe he's not a total asshole. After all… I love him… right?
Well, right now, I'm having difficulties with saying that I do.
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I love the coming chapters... so funny! And, on other news, it looks like we're gonna be finishing up with the regular chapters today! Last one is 390 then two epilogues and after that, an AN from me with thank you's and info on up and coming projects - like my new drabble!
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