The pains had started a few hours ago. Al had been over since last night, and Rory didn’t know if she should send him away or keep him near. At first, she thought the pains were just the baby kicking and moving in the wrong places like up against her ribs. But she realized later it wasn’t her ribs that were hurting, and the pains came and went.
Her belly was large now, and she was slightly overdue. The fact that Al was here, along with Jem frightened her into staying silent, and every time a pain came, she would excuse herself to the bathroom where she could twist her face in pain. It won’t be long now, she thought to herself as she sat on the toilet with her legs together and her hands on her belly. She’ll be here within a matter of hours and I need to tell them.
But Rory didn’t want to tell them, especially not Jem. His constant worrying was already dampening her mood and she didn’t want him to freak out. It would be scary, no doubt, but things had to happen, and she figured she’d rather be on her own with this. When she was sure the pains had given up, she stood up, wobbled for a moment, and hobbled outside towards the living room. She took her seat next to Jem on the couch where she nestled her body into his.
She wondered how long she could hide it before she finally told them she needed to go to the hospital. Rory couldn’t explain her feelings about giving birth. She wanted to do it, and get it over with, but then again she didn’t want to go through the pain and agony just to have one little person come out of her. Even if it was her daughter. She was afraid of everything she would have to go through.
I think it’s probably not good.
What? How- what?
So why is it required? I don’t know, that just seems odd to me.
I don’t know.
I don’t either.
What do you think…?