Demon
“AHHHHHHH, Ambrose, this is all of your fault! Your big a*s babies are tearing me apart!”
I was panicking. My baby was in so much pain. She wasn’t wrong. This is all my fault. The babies are estimated to be eight pounds. I was told that’s huge for twins.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise to never touch you again.”
“What!” she screeched and then burst into hysterical sobs.
Oh, God. I couldn’t stop pacing. Where was the f*cking nurse or doctor? I needed my mom. Where was everyone?
I pulled out my phone.
“Mom, I keep saying the wrong thing, she won’t stop crying. What do I do? Okay, I’ll do that, thanks.
I sat in the chair by her bed and grabbed a wet washcloth that I had in a bin with cold water. I wrung it out and put it on her head.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m going to tak
