“Breathe,” Sheldon reminded Amy.
“I know to breathe,” Amy told her husband. She glared at him, but she also started to do her breathing techniques. They helped. A little. Not that she would tell Sheldon that. This was all his fault. Well, she wanted this baby too, but it was easier to blame Sheldon for impregnating her in this moment of pain. He wasn’t the one who was about to squeeze an eight pound new human out of a small opening in his body. He could take some of the blame for now.
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