ROWAN
EIGHT MONTHS LATER.
“I am telling you, she is about to pop!”
“And I am telling you to be quiet! You are making her more nervous.”
“She can't hear me, we are outside.”
“You underestimate how annoyingly loud and irritating your voice is!”
I can't help but chuckle at their banter, only for another lance of pain to cut it short.
“Damn it!” I curse, wincing as another contraction rips through my body.
This is hell.
“Ro!” Rina exclaims as they both rush in. “Are you okay?”
“Not really, where were you two?” I ask. “You weren't here when I woke up.”
Here is a wooden cottage that we came across a few weeks ago during our roaming.
The girls, as well as I, had been worried as to where we could stay, especially with what looked like my due date coming up.
It was a well-furnished
