Isha
“Hmmmmmmm,” I let out a long hum as a contraction rocked through my belly and back. The tightening of my stomach was painful.
“You’re doing so well, Baby Girl, I am so proud of you,” Mic said as he rubbed my back. I was on a giant medicine ball rocking back and forth. I had monitors all over my body and I kept my eyes on the numbers of the heartbeats of my babies.
I inhaled deeply and let out my breath slowly.
“That one was worse than the others,” I said.
A spoon came into my vision. I opened my mouth as Davis fed me some ice chips. I gave him a small smile. His poor face was a mask of concern.
“I’m okay,” I whispered.
“I know, I just don’t like seeing you in pain,” he said.
I chuckled, “Well, then one of you or two of you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant.”
“I’m starti
