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Bonus (VIII*): Benjamin Junior
It hurts too much. My body is on fire and it’s not yet right to push. Why isn’t it time? I need them to get the baby out of me. Not later, now.
Sweat drips down my forehead and my eyes sting with tears. The doctor has stopped the bleeding. I have been cleaned up, changed into a hospital gown.
They say everything is fine but it’s not. The contractions are ripping me from inside out and all Ben does is mutter unintelligible gibberish. He put the baby inside me, he should experience the pain too.
“Are you okay?” Ben asks.
I glare at him. How can I be okay? Whatever the doctor gave me is keeping me awake so I have no respite from the pain. Ben pushes my hair away from my sweaty forehead and I lean into him for comfort. I’m tired but I’m glad our son is okay.
“I’m sorry, Gracie,” my husband says. Pushing past my pain, I offer him a questioning glance. Maddie is fine, right? My parents are okay too, right? Ben wipes the tears spill
maramarthaAs promised, 8 bonus chapters. Some chapters got too long so I had to split them. But I hope you enjoyed the peek into their post highschool life. Thank you for reading and your constant support. I’ll be putting up an author’s note very soon, if you have any questions directed towards me or the characters, please comment it down here and I'll reply in the author’s note.
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