Six years later.
Moira
Never in my life have I felt the amount of pain as I feel at this moment. I want to scream, cry, swear like a drunken sailor and I am almost dead sure that I am doing exactly that. All three of those things actually. I can feel tears stream down my face as my body tries to curl in on itself. “You are doing great my love.” f**k him and f**k his wonderful d**k. No, scratch that, I never want to f**k his wonderful d**k ever again because that is what got me in this mess in the first place.
“They are two weeks early, Gabriel!” I shout at him, wishing I could transfer the pain that I am in so that he might experience just a bit of what I am going through. “I wanted them to be cut out!” I know half the hospital can probably hear me, but I don’t care. I wanted a cesarea
