**This post takes place eight months after the last post**
"Time I started losing some weight!" I plop my pregnant butt down on a chair, staring at the new, yellow crib which I got from somebody that tossed it to the side of a curb, with a sign that said, "FREE CRIB." We, of course, took it, since our new baby coming up in a few weeks. Derek chuckled, "You're not fat, Yoom, you're pregnant." I patted my stomach, "At least baby is well."
"Yoomee." Derek said, "It's not too late for an abortion, y'know."
"I don't WANT no abortion!" I kick the bookcase next to me, causing some books to fall out.
"Yoomee, I-I-I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"The problem is," I took a deep breath, "How are we supposed to afford this damn baby?"
"Well, you need to find a damn job and I need a better one!" Derek raised his voice. The occasional, couple arguing just begun.
"WELL I CAN'T GET NO DAMN JOB BECAUSE I'M PREG-" I felt a wet, gooey liquid run down my legs, following a sharp pain in my stomach, where the baby lie. My water broke, and the contractions started. The baby decided to come prematurely.
I take deep breaths, then get down to the floor. "DEREK!" I yell in pain, "THE BABY"S COMING!"
Derek got down on the ground with me to help me through the labor process. Being a past paramedic, he knew what to do. "1...2...3... Push, Yoomee! You can do it!" He gave me words of encouragement to keep going, even when I got exhausted. Cries soon rang through the room when the baby finally came. Derek grabbed the yellow blanket in the crib and a pair of scissors to cut the umbilical cord. We cleaned up the baby and cuddled it in the yellow blanket. "It's a girl." He laughed.
"Perv." I chuckled a bit, "What should we name her?
After a while, we decided to name her Rue, after Rue from the Hunger Games.
Rue Nova Sierra.
~<3~
"Yoomee." Derek said, "It's not too late for an abortion, y'know."
"I don't WANT no abortion!" I kick the bookcase next to me, causing some books to fall out.
"Yoomee, I-I-I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"The problem is," I took a deep breath, "How are we supposed to afford this damn baby?"
"Well, you need to find a damn job and I need a better one!" Derek raised his voice. The occasional, couple arguing just begun.
"WELL I CAN'T GET NO DAMN JOB BECAUSE I'M PREG-" I felt a wet, gooey liquid run down my legs, following a sharp pain in my stomach, where the baby lie. My water broke, and the contractions started. The baby decided to come prematurely.
I take deep breaths, then get down to the floor. "DEREK!" I yell in pain, "THE BABY"S COMING!"
Derek got down on the ground with me to help me through the labor process. Being a past paramedic, he knew what to do. "1...2...3... Push, Yoomee! You can do it!" He gave me words of encouragement to keep going, even when I got exhausted. Cries soon rang through the room when the baby finally came. Derek grabbed the yellow blanket in the crib and a pair of scissors to cut the umbilical cord. We cleaned up the baby and cuddled it in the yellow blanket. "It's a girl." He laughed.
"Perv." I chuckled a bit, "What should we name her?
After a while, we decided to name her Rue, after Rue from the Hunger Games.
Rue Nova Sierra.
~<3~
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