Fragment #119 - Young morning

The sky is blue and luminous. The sun is shining. I set my hand on my belly. Steve is still sleeping, I can hear his calm breathing. He's still recovering from his stag night. Well, after all, he was indeed exstremely drunk when Dad, Vince and Sean brought him back. My hen night was somehow less troublesome. Being pregnant, I can't really drink alcohol. And since I couldn't dance either, we did it at Sasha's place, and the worst that happened was dressing up.
I look up to the sky through the liviing-room window. I hope the weather will hold until sunday. And I'd like the baby to either stay where he or she is, or to come, but really quickly. I don't really fancy the idea of becoming wife and mum on the exact same day.
I start humming a lullaby and walk a little in the room. My back aches a bit now. I feel so heavy... Ouch, a kick in my back. Might be a wee boy after all. Ouch, another one. And something warm is running down my legs. Ilook at them in disbelief, and after a couple of seconds, a third contraction bends my body in half.

"STEVE!!!!"