My eyes burned as they filled with tears of frustration. Could I live with them? Was that something I would be able to handle? I stirred in my bed that night. Smith wouldn't stop kicking and moving inside me, simply not allowing me to sleep or relax. Every so often he would kick my ribs or bladder and I'd let out a pained yelp or groan. He seemed to be just as troubled as me. The signals rang in my ear as I waited for Hannah to pick up her phone. Beep after beep after beep. Smith wouldn't stop twirling. His movements felt like waves and pokes inside. It was cute, but it was getting seriously annoying.
"Will you please stop doing aerobics inside me?" I grumbled and poked my stomach. The response I got was another kick to my ribcage. Smith was definitely about to inherit my personality. Pa
