My name's Lucci Wilson's and I'm dying!
No. See, that- that's just a bad introduction. I'm not really dying but it feel pretty close right now. We're gonna try this again and I'm gonna try to be a little less dramatic.
My name is lucianna sanchez- Wilson . I've got a million problems and one man is the source of all of it.
Oh, I curse the day that man was born. I curse the first day I met him on that playground at recess in third grade. I curse the day he kissed my lips so damn sweet and made me fall blindly in love with him when we were thirteen. I curse the day he slid between my thighs and took me to heaven because I haven't been able to look back ever since. He fucking ruined me and I'm about the size of a whale at the moment.
Now laying on a pile of fluffy pillows behind my back in excruitiating pain with a stomach the size of the goddamn watermelon, I can't help but wonder how the fuck I'd gotten in the situation I found myself in.
I refuse to blame myself. That night was too good for any blaming but goddamn it, I need someone to blame and it might as well be that dumbass husband of mine. You see, it was one of those nights- after an eighty hour week and way too many glasses of wine, I looked into that man's eyes and like a bitch in heat, I jumped him and ripped his clothes off. It was just pure, raw need and Dayshawn never being one to refuse me anything ever, picked me up and drilled me against our office walls. Then he did it against twice: on our mahogany work desk. That one was fast and rough. I'd never come harder than I did that night. He was relentless in his pursuit because the next round found me on all four on the floor of our office, his hand wrapped around my throat as he fucked me into oblivion. And God, he did it well. We fucked like animals that night and I might've said I wanted all his babies then.
I spoke that shit into existence and now look at me!
"I WANT DRUGS!" I screamed for the millionth time as a wave of contractions knock the breath out of my lung. "GIVE ME DRUGS!" It's been like this for the past three hours and I swear, that baby is just as stubborn as the both of us already because it refuses to come out into the world.
Labor ain't fun. I'm never having sex again. I'm gonna tell Dayshawn that it's written, it's law and I've sworn it off cause I don't ever wanna risk going through this again. Just then, I feel another wave that has me arching my back off the bed and blowing off my lungs. I swear to God if I have to endure more of this for another minute, I might just murder somebody. Preferably my husband. Shaking my head, I moan in distress. I can't kill him because if I kill him, our baby will have no parents and I already love that little ass kicker too much to put it through that.
I grabbed Dayshawn 's hand in a death grip and squeezed hard. "Make it stop, baby. MAKE IT STOP!" I begged him.
He looked back at me with those beautiful eyes and for some reason, he looked more in pain that I am. He kissed my forehead and rubbed his big, warm hands on my watermelon sized stomach. A little wave of sadness rushed over me as I realize that it's the last time he'll get to do this small intimate gesture before the baby comes. Though I'm currently all kinds of annoyed and in pain, I can't say that I won't miss being pregnant. For my first, as far as pregnancies went, mine was a great one and I've had nine months to get accustomed to this watermelon sized stomach I'm complaining about now.
As if Dayshawn could tell exactly what I was thinking about, he kissed my forehead and rubbed his hands on my stomach again. It's almost soothing until another contraction hits me and tear coat the corners of my eyes. Mother of all cunts! I don't know how women do it!
My husband always trying to be the best human being offers me a sympathetic smile and reassures me: "Soon Mama. The nurse said she was gonna come back in a few minutes and she will."
A few minutes was about an hour ago to me. I want names and I want everybody in this hospital fired! If I wasn't in so much pain, I would fight all of them my damn self!
"GAAAAAAAAAH! Mother fucker!"
I didn't want to be one of those annoying patients, but today, I was exactly that. I pressed the alert button next to me an obnoxious amount of time because I can't take it anymore. I want those damn drugs and I want them right goddamn now!
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