August. Ninth month of pregnancy. I felt my stomach turn each day as I thought about it. About what would happen after I give birth. I was scared. Scared to be alone, on my own.
My water broke, as expected. I was on my way to the bathroom at the time. I felt the warm liquid running down my legs. My eyes widened. It was happening. Already.
"Jeeeff!" I yelled. He rushed into the bathroom and looked down at the puddle beneath me.
"Oh shit." He said and grabbed my wrist, pulling me along side himself.
"Her water broke! (Y/n) is having a baby!" Jeff screamed. Everyone in the mansion got alert. I could hear 'whats' and 'oh shits' behind me as we ran.
I got even more nervous as we started heading towards the basement. "J-Jeff... why are we going here?" I asked. He didn't answer.
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