Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-03-31 11:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [03] march, bode coldiron, pete whelan, teagan morgan |
Who: Teagan, Bishop and then later Pete
What: Birth
When: For awhile on March 10
Where: Dog Park
It's all coming back to her. It's all coming back to her with the slam of realization that this time...this time there's be no drugs, no needle in her spine, nothing but the pain that nature intended and two fold at that. Maybe it's better this way.
Ha. She's telling herself that as she's standing, bent over, arm cradling the bulge her belly has become and her hand gripping at whatever it can, fingers white knuckled as the first contractions wave over and away and she can finally breath a sigh of relief. She's standing in the puddle of water that released when she got up to go to the bathroom.
She's early, by a few weeks. Pete's told her that's a possibility, that isn't rare with twins and she's been bracing herself for the worst but hoping, despite the discomfort, that she'd be able to carry them to term, carry them until they are big and able. She terrified of them being too small but there's nothing she can do now. No way of stopping nature.
The puddle is left, what she tends to is communication. She grips her phone and manages to get a few messages out. It's the beginning....minutes between contractions but there is no doubt that they're coming.