Another reason I am so tempted to enter is so that I don't have to go back into mine, and Jacobs's room. I haven't been in our room since our fight about a month ago, and seeing all our things together, the bed we used to share, and the area we called our own is just going to suck. I don't want to go in there. That's why I slept on the couch last night. How else am I going to get ready though?
Nervously, I make my way down the hall, and enter the bedroom, trying my best not to look around, but my stomach sinks as soon as I glance over to the unmade bed with a pair of red lacey underwear at the foot of it. Those aren't my underwear.
I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep shaky breath, and then I begin to look around for any of my clothes that may have been missed when Jacob packed all of my stuff and sent it to Sage, and Bryans. I found a T-shirt and a pair of tracksuit shorts. I slipped them on after taking a quick shower, and shaving my legs, which was a much overdue task.
After throwing my damp hair up in a sloppy bun, I walk back into Stefan's room to see if he's awake yet. Just as I am about to knock, Stefan glances over to me through the small space between the door and the wall with a sleepy smile. "Hey. Mya."
"Hey, "I reply, smiling as I enter. I make my way over to his bed as he sits up, yawning, "I'm ready, whenever you are."
He nods, rubbing his eyes. "Let me grab my keys, and we can go."
I laugh. "You want to put on a shirt first?"
He looks up to me, shaking his head. "No, I thought you might like this better."
Grinning, I roll my eyes. "As much as I like it, it's not exactly giving me a clear head, I need to think straight right now."
He chuckles, standing up and pulling me to him. "I know, I'm just kidding."
I begin to wrap my arm around him to hug him back, but as I do, a sharp cramp hits me. "AH!" I shout, doubling over and grabbing my belly. "Ouch!"
Stefan tenses. "Mya?" He asks, worriedly. "Mya, are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah," I stutter, sitting on his bed, still clutching my stomach. "Yeah, I'm fine." I take a deep breath in, and then slowly let it out again. "I've just been having a lot of Braxton hicks ever since we came back from my mom's house."
"Braxton what?" He asks, confused.
I smile up at him, feeling the pain pass. "Braxton hicks, it's what people call false contractions. I read online that they can be brought on by a lot of stress, with all things considered. I think that is what is happening.
"Oh," Stefan replies with concern in his voice. "Well, have you talked to your baby doctor about it?"
I shake my head. "No, but I am going to make an appointment soon, or call her and ask about it."
"You're okay for right now?"
"Yes I am fine, im only 26 weeks along. I'm not ready for labor yet," I reply, laughing.
He breathes a sigh of relief. "Good, I don't think Emma is either ."
I glance up at him. "Are you?"
17. Braxton Hicks
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