Sitting in the back seat of the limo, I rub my swollen belly comfortingly. Something is not feeling well, as if I can already know that something is wrong. But I just don't know if it's the fear of the wedding or something else. My gut is telling me it's my baby boy who seems restless in his safe cocoon.
My anxiety must be radiating from me because the person sitting next to me takes my hand from my belly and rubs it soothingly.
"Everything is going to be alright, Madi." Amanda says making me sigh.
"I know that yet I can't calm down. I think the baby want to come out." I blurt out making her eyes widen.
"What do you mean by that?" She asks looking at me wide eyes.
"I am having a thought that it saying the baby is not feeling well inside me so it wants to come out early. I know I
