Laura
The first cramp didn’t scare me.
That was probably the worst part.
I woke sometime after two in the morning with a dull ache wrapping around my lower stomach, opened my eyes, and immediately blamed the little girl currently using my body as her personal apartment.
“Emily,” I whispered, shifting onto my other side. “Mommy loves you, but this lease agreement is getting ridiculous.”
Stephen slept beside me, one arm stretched across the empty space I’d left behind when I’d rolled away from him. I considered waking him, then immediately decided against it. The man already treated every pregnancy symptom like a national emergency. If I told him my stomach hurt, he’d have my doctor on the phone before I finished the sentence.
I closed my eyes.
The ache disappeared.
See?
Fine.
I wa
