~Luck; a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably~
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Secrets. Passion. Tragedy.
He loved her with everything he was.
She on...
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"Please stop shaking, babe. You're making me nervous," Harry grabbed my leg.
"Sorry. I am nervous!"
We have been waiting for about 20 minutes to be seen. I already filled out all the necessary paperwork and when I finished they brought us back in a room. It was all white and had the female anatomy hanging from every corner. I cringed looking at one that had a baby being squeezed out of such a little opening. How am I supposed to do that?
"I'm not cut out for this, Harry! Look!" I pointed to the picture.
He glanced at it. "You'll be fine. Women are designed for child birth. Your body will naturally do it," he shrugged.
"Well, what if I'm broken! That's a lot of...expansion..down there. Jesus-I'm never going to be the same. There's no way after that. And if the baby has your head, I'm fucked."
He glared at me. "That's not very nice. What if the baby has your butt?"
"What's wrong with my butt?" I asked
"What's wrong with my head?!" He asked me.
"It's huge!" I waved my hand around.
"Exactly," he smirked.
This fucker.
"Are you saying my ass is huge?!!" I whispered, yelled at him.
"Maybe, maybe not," he was looking at his finger nails.
I sat there, staring at him. "You love my "huge" ass."
"Never said I didn't. And you love my "huge" head. So be nice."
I sighed. "Yes, I love your big head. I love you though, so I can say things like this. Harry, I'm going to split in two!
He laughed at me. "I mean, I guess that could be a possibility. They can just like...stitch you back up."
My eyes widened. I didn't think of that. "What--"
The door opened with a head peeking in.
"Hello! I'm Dr. Torres," she stepped in.
Both Harry and I looked her way. She was very professional looking. With big kind eyes and white hair pulled back in a bun. I would guess she was maybe pushing 5ft.
"Hello," Harry stood up, sticking his hand out. "Lovely to meet you."
"You as well!" She shook his hand.
I got up, doing the same. "Hi."
"Hello, dear. How are you feeling today?" She asked me.
"I'm not bad." I was still nervous.
"Sit down," she patted the bed. "Relax, dear. I want to talk to you both for a few minutes. I want to get your input on some things. Get to know one another," she smiled warmly.
