9 months pregnant
August 8th
Kaytlyn's POV
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"Darling, a package just came. What do you want to do with it?" Hunter called from the front door as I sat in our living room, watching Netflix and eating my Nutella.
"I don't care. Just put it somewhere," I started,
"Actually, what is it?"
"Uhm," he stalled so he could check,
"It's the drapes we ordered for the sitting area in our room."
"Just put them at the stairs then." I told him, not taking my eyes off of the television.
Most of our house is pretty much done. Just a few touches here and there, then it will be complete.
"I also went and picked up the flat screen for the game room. Want that set up?" He continued.
I didn't reply. As a sharp kick from the baby occurred.
My breathing was a bit heavy. You stop that right now, child. Don't interrupt my Nutella.
"Darling?" Hunter asked, due to me not answering.
"What?" I snapped. The excruciating pain still there.
"Do you want it set up?" He repeated himself, staying calm.
"I don't care." I answered, a bitch tone to my voice.
Fuck, why did I want a kid?
He didn't say anything, then he headed upstairs.
"Listen here, kid. You're not coming out yet, right?" I mumbled to my belly.
The pain still stayed.
I quietly groaned as I stood up, maybe some water will calm myself. And I began walking towards the kitchen.
Began.
After about four steps, I felt a liquid drip down my leg. My black sweatpants so loose that they didn't absorb anything.
I didn't just piss myself.
Oh my god, that was my water. My water fucking broke!
Oh my god, oh my god. My breathing was heavy, as a began to panic,
"Hunter!"
I heard his quick and heavy footsteps lead over to the stairs,
"Is everything okay?"
"No! My water just broke!" I exclaimed.
He rushed down the stairs and came to my side,
"Honey, stay calm, okay?"
"You wanna switch places? Then you can tell me to stay calm." I snapped.
He wrapped his arm around me before grabbing the keys to his car, and we were out.
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"I need you to take deep, slow breaths for me. Okay?" The nurse repeated herself.
"You need to stop repeating yourself." I snapped, continuing my heavy breathing.
Hunter mumbled an apology to the nurse thinking that I couldn't hear him. I shot a glare his way.
He cracked a small smile, then gave my hand a light squeeze.
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I Am Trouble
Teen Fiction**SEQUEL** This time, it's not the story about Kaytlyn Flores. It's the story of Blair Cohen. The daughter of the feared bad boy and the popular athlete-or, should I say 'The Bad Boy's Girl'?
