Whose Fault? (Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Two

"You've been looking at this screen all afternoon, don't you have a headache?"

The dull ache in my head intensified a bit at the mention, but I did my best to ignore it, "no. Now give it back!"

"I think you should take a break!"

"I am. Right now! Give me my phone back Max."

"Nope! Not happening."

I sighed in frustration, "fine. At least read some off to me then."

He hesitated before looking down at the phone and listing names off, "Elise?"

"No."

"Sydney?"

"No."

"Alena?"

"No."

"Kayla?"

"No."

It went back and forth like that for a couple minutes...

"Reese?"

"No."

"Sloane?"

"No."

"Callie?"

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...

...

"Maybe."

Now it was Max's turn to give a frustrated sigh, "c'mon Wren!"

"What?! She's gotta live with this name for her whole life. It needs to be perfect!! Now keep reading!"

"Juliette."

"No."

"Mckensey."

"No."

"Rachael."

"No way in hell."

"Brooke."

"No."

"Aaliyah."

"Possibly."

"Paige."

"No."

"Lena."

"No."

This went on for another fifteen minutes of me denying all names before Max lightly tossed the phone back to me, and said "I give up. Have your phone back."

I scrolled through the names until I found one more that I liked. Aaliyah, Callie, and Tilly. My baby was going to have one of those names.

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At week 37, I was almost constantly in pain. My hips, abdomen, and pelvis all hurt as if they were being stretched out; those Braxton Hicks were getting worse and occurring more often, apparently to prepare me for labor; and my back was killing me. I would clean and tidy the house and rearrange the baby's clothes to try to distract me from it, but it only worked half of the time.

As a response to the pain I was in, I would groan, hiss, whine, and whimper all day and night. Max was going out of his mind. His natural reaction was to check on me, but I could tell that he felt useless because there really wasn't anything he could do to help.

A couple weeks went by and not only did the pain I was in continue, but my anxiety was getting worse and worse by the day. I would pace around the living room only pausing for the random surge of pain I felt that was caused by the baby moving around and pressing against my nerves.

"Maxie, I want her out of me!" I yelled at him at least once every day.

I had been trying my hardest for months to get some decent sleep and it was finally happening. You would think that towards the end of 39 weeks I would've figured out the most comfortable position for me to sleep in. You'd be wrong. It was so extremely difficult. So when I did find it, I was thrilled.

I took several minutes to steady my breathing and closed my eyes, then counted back from 100.

When I made it to 74, I started dozing in and out.

By the time I had got to 67, I felt something wet dripping down my thigh.

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