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The Hale groaned as she rolled out of bed, her feet hitting the cold floor. It took a decent amount of effort to push herself up again, and she was not looking forward to the next time she had to do that.
The trek to the kitchen was tediously arduous for Derek. Frankly, it might have had something to do with the fact that her back ached 24/7, she was more unbalanced that a child learning to walk, and possibly the seven-month-pregnant baby bump that seemed to get in the way of everything.
One foot in front of the other, the female finally made her way towards the couch just outside the kitchen. "You know," she began, "people always say, 'The pain of childbirth is not remembered. It's the child that's remembered.' Well---- that's bullshit." She said aloud, knowing Isaac would hear anyways.