Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
There were incense burning censers and some other crap that I’d never seen and didn’t know what they were for. Outside of that area was a sitting area where I guess he would be waiting. It looked like something Cleopatra would’ve liked, with banquets and gold mirrors on the walls.
"Where did you come up with this idea?”
“It’s an old Asian custom. The women in the royal family had a special birthing room in the palace; I kinda like that idea.”
‘As long as there’s epidural in this bitch, otherwise, I’m out.’
Not now, Justice.
‘Humph.’
“What’s Justice saying? He doesn’t like it?”
“He’s just wondering if there will be the usual hospital amenities available.”
‘You know, like a fucking doctor and some drugs, you crazy bastard.
Justice hush.
“Of course, your doctor, a midwife, a doula, and two qualified nurses.”
I’m almost afraid to ask any more questions because the crazy is strong with this one. I thought the last few months of bed rest were hell, oh no. The doctor made the mistake of telling him the babies had dropped into position, and all hell broke loose.
Monique threatened to quit at least twice a day, and I think the rest of the staff found my hidey-hole. His grandmother is the only one who seems able to calm him down. I don’t think he’s slept in three days and I’m afraid to get down off the bed to go pee because he has a fit if I do anything else.
Four children, my ass, this is it. I can’t do this again. I’ll go nuts from boredom.
‘I hear that sister. Thank heaven this isn’t going the whole ten months of I’d shoot myself.’
Why are you complaining? He’s not doing it to you.
‘Bless your heart. I see those people running around in your stomach, done sucked what little sense you had clean out your head.’
I can’t deal with both of you at the same time, okay?
“Do you like it?”
“There’s nothing not to like; it’s gorgeous. I’ve just never heard of a birthing palace before. This is just for me, or do you plan on letting other people use it?”
“Nope, this is all yours. All of our children will be born here.”
“You owe me three more pregnancies.”
“What? You said four kids. Can’t you add?”
“That’s not the deal. You had three pregnancies with him; you will have four with me. I don’t care how many kids you have at a time.”
I opened my mouth, but he beat me to it. “And before you give me any bullshit about your body, your choice. It’s my body, and I decided.”
‘Bitch, hurry up and push this batch out; you should give him ten more just for saying that shit. Oh, that was hot. I got the vapors.’
‘Push bitch.’
“Justice, I’m trying.”
“Justice, leave your sister alone; she’s got enough on her plate as it is.”
Oh shit, I said that out loud. Mom, who was on the other side of me holding my hand, stopped what she was doing to stare at him.
“You, you know about Justice?”
“Of course.” She got this look on her face that made me forget the pain for a second. “Mom, after everything Marcus has done for me, for us, this is what makes you happy?”
“Well, yeah, anyone who accepts Justice is gold in my book. She used to make me set a place for Justice at the table when she was about four or five, so Justice has been part of the family for a while.” She explained to Marcus, but I think she was trying to distract him because his jaw was so tense it looked like it would break.
I’ve been at it for five hours already because this time, I wanted to do it the natural way. And since the doctor wasn’t pushing for a C-section, I didn’t foresee any issues.
“I thought that thing you gave her was supposed to help ease the pain. Why is she still hurting so much?”
‘That’s right, Daddy, slap that bitch 'cause Dag dammit this ain’t it. What you need to do is take that soothing incense shit outta that censer and fill it with weed so I can get a contact high in this bitch. What the fuck?’
“What about if I get in the bed behind her? She likes it when I do that. Would that help?”
“If you’d like, it might help to calm her down, but you’ll get very dirty.”
“Does that even matter?”
He kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, sitting behind me and massaging my tummy the way I liked, and just in time, too, because a sudden pain racked my body and almost bent me in half.
‘Uh-uh, which level of hell is this? Cut this bitch open and get these fucking crotch goblins the fuck outta here. This ain’t it. Looky here, I didn’t sign up for this shit. Somebody call the police, this is attempted murder.’