A low groan escapes my mouth and I clutch my stomach as the pain ripples across my belly. The contractions seem to be coming more and more frequently over the last few days and I am desperately hoping that Bean is not planning on arriving early. Maybe yesterday’s day in bed where Taylor made a point to worship my body over and over again was too much; they do say s*x can help bring the baby along when you are overdue. But really now is not the time for Bean to arrive. I still have far too much to do.
“Abs, s**t, are you okay?” Taylor calls as he runs across to where I am standing. I try to breathe through the pain like I was shown in those antenatal classes Taylor and I attended last month but it doesn’t seem to be making much of a difference.
“Not really,” I respond through gritted teet
