You. Youuuuuuu. Want. To. Go. To. Where again?
To the hospital? I’m- are you saying that we can go?
No you want to go the hospital!
So what Connor?! I don’t understand what you’re saying!
You’re doing something you hate for someone you love
Yeah… So? I don’t get it… -winces and rubs her stomach- can we just go please?
That’s what mothers do. We can’t go. It’s not time; remember those videos? Did he kick or something?
-nods- your son kicks harder than a damn harpy. -winces again-
Harpies are little. They– right. Yep. That’s my boy… only I wish you’d stop hurting Mommy, Sam.
Maybe he’s gonna be like his daddy and make my life difficult. -looks up at him and grins then winces again and groans- stop that, you little devil.
He’s not a devil! *finally sits next to her and places a hand on her stomach* Sam I need you to chill please. I don’t want to have to give you the nasty peas for the first 6 months.
He’s acting like a devil. -shifts on the couch and groans- I’m too pregnant. He’s too big.
You just pregnant enough and he's just healthy















