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Original poster: littlewhispers
Who Marissa and Jared
What Dun Dun Dun!!!!!
When the middle of the night, like 3:30ish am
Where Home
Rating R for at language and possible violence
Open Its not.
Today had been quite a long day. Marissa had gotten a strange burst of energy when she woke up, and had decided to satisfy the odd urge she'd been having for days to clean. Cleaning wasn't something Marissa ever really enjoyed doing. Actually, whenever she tried to clean a room she always ended up making a bigger mess then it was in the first place. However, today Marissa had actually cleaned the entire upstairs. Actual cleaning. It didn't make the most sense, but by the time the day was over she was quite happy with herself.
Besides the odd cleaning frenzy, Marissa hadn't really done much of anything. Thats how most of her days had been going, and for once Marissa didn't really mind. While she hated not being able to go anywhere, and she was still moping over the fact that she'd missed her brothers wedding and she hadn't been able to make it to Jared's movie premiere, she was beginning to get used to being around the house. She'd made good use of her time, watching all her movies almost twice over, and going over the hundreds of scripts for the clients she still had. Of course the end of the day was the best part about her days. The part where Jared came into bed with her, usually letting her fall asleep cuddled up as best she could with him watching whatever movie she'd chosen for the night. It didn't get any better then that. That was how most of her nights where spent, and as far things went, life was pretty good.
Of course there were those nights where she couldn't get comfortable because she was overheating or the baby was kicking or she was still hungry or like tonight, where she couldn't shake the nauseated feeling long enough to get to sleep. Rolling herself over she put her feet on the ground, groaning slightly and quietly so that she didn't wake Jared up, she got up and headed to the bathroom. "I fucking hate being pregnant" She muttered to herself, even though she didn't necessarily mean it and stood leaning against the counter, waiting to see if she was going to actually throw up or if she was just going to be uncomfortable all night long. Only four more weeks, and this would all be over. And then, she wouldn't be getting any sleep because of a crying baby. A crying, screaming little baby she hadn't met yet that she'd lost months and months of sleep to already. It seemed ridiculous when you thought of it like that. Leaning her back against the counter she groaned uncomfortably and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She really was excited though. The baby room was done, and perfect and she found herself looking for excuses to go in there. It was getting so close, and there was still so much to do! They still needed to baby proof the house, and Marissa still needed to go over her birthing plan again, and her list that she still needed to finish. She also needed to get an overnight bag ready like her doctor had suggested, and everything just had to be ready. It had to be ready and it had to be perfect and it all had to go smoothly. And it was just around this thought process that it happened. There was a lot of fluid, and it was now all over the floor and her feet and Jared's sweatpants she'd taken to wearing. She gaped for a second, eyes wide staring at all the wetness on the floor. It felt like the longest second of her life, and once that minute was over, she started screaming. "Fuck. JARED. Fuck!" This was not part of the plan, and this was not how things were supposed to go. Fuck fuck fuck.