Post by Onzy on Mar 29, 2011 19:03:17 GMT
Kristen made her way towards the familiar stall. A creamy head was stuck over the stall door, hoping for some form of attention. Kris rested her hands over her bulging stomach. Carrying twins had been no easy task, and in two weeks she would be a mother, and Dafydd and her would be parents. The doctor had offered to perform a c-section a week before the time, but Kris was firm in her request to carry the babies to term. Hey my angel she crooned to Amor softly as he bobbed his head eagerly. In the last few months, Amor's stall had been her refuge, her escape.
A few days earlier she had let her parents know that she was back in the UK and that they were going to become grandparents. They were hurt that she hadn't let them know earlier and that she couldn't trust them, but they were also angry at the fact that she wasn't married and that they hadn't met Dafydd yet. Then there was also the guilt trip about Jax and the usual argument about that day. Wasn't it bad enough that she still mourned her late husband but had managed to find love again. Her parents had loved Jas like a son, but it was never good enough that Kris had moved on in life. Kris knew that it wouldn't be a good visit even if they did decide to come to the town.
Feeding Amor apple slices, Kris allowed herself to escape down memory lane, selective memories springing forth. A sharp pang alerted her to something, and she wondered if this could be her beginning of labor. Brushing it from her mind, Kris slipped into Amor's stall, and settled herself in a corner. She heard a stall being mucked out, not too far from Amor's. The pain hit her again, mild, but still there and only ten minutes from the first one. Kris was now alerted to the possibility that she may be in labour. It was to early though, she was only 35 weeks in, she still had another two to go. Her mind was a buzz with panic.
She groaned in pain as the next two came. Whether she wanted it or not, she was having those two today. Breathing through it, she fumbled for her cell phone. Her face was pale, and she flinched at another contraction came through. This was no Braxton- Hicks.
A few days earlier she had let her parents know that she was back in the UK and that they were going to become grandparents. They were hurt that she hadn't let them know earlier and that she couldn't trust them, but they were also angry at the fact that she wasn't married and that they hadn't met Dafydd yet. Then there was also the guilt trip about Jax and the usual argument about that day. Wasn't it bad enough that she still mourned her late husband but had managed to find love again. Her parents had loved Jas like a son, but it was never good enough that Kris had moved on in life. Kris knew that it wouldn't be a good visit even if they did decide to come to the town.
Feeding Amor apple slices, Kris allowed herself to escape down memory lane, selective memories springing forth. A sharp pang alerted her to something, and she wondered if this could be her beginning of labor. Brushing it from her mind, Kris slipped into Amor's stall, and settled herself in a corner. She heard a stall being mucked out, not too far from Amor's. The pain hit her again, mild, but still there and only ten minutes from the first one. Kris was now alerted to the possibility that she may be in labour. It was to early though, she was only 35 weeks in, she still had another two to go. Her mind was a buzz with panic.
She groaned in pain as the next two came. Whether she wanted it or not, she was having those two today. Breathing through it, she fumbled for her cell phone. Her face was pale, and she flinched at another contraction came through. This was no Braxton- Hicks.
