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Elizabeth felt overheated and uncomfortable when she woke from sleep and then she realised why. She was pressed so closely against James she could barley breathe and the child was moving in her again. Again. When had it started and then she remembered, she remembered everything she had done and said over the last three days and she thought she might actually vomit. Singing, sewing, childminding and crying. Constantly.
She pushed herself away from James barely able to keep her temper. He stirred slightly as if relieved and she could not blame him. She'd been unbearable for days and had fought any attempt he made to get away by threatening him with tears - or once he had convinced her that tears were bad for the baby - she had merely pouted.
The child is still moving rapidly within her and she shoots a poisonous look at the swell of her stomach. "Stop it," she hisses but it has no effect and why should it.
In the end she curls in on herself, staring at the wall and wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep and deny all of this ever happened. Which would be easier if James were not sleeping peacefully beside her. She kicks him to encourage him to first wake - and then leave.
She pushed herself away from James barely able to keep her temper. He stirred slightly as if relieved and she could not blame him. She'd been unbearable for days and had fought any attempt he made to get away by threatening him with tears - or once he had convinced her that tears were bad for the baby - she had merely pouted.
The child is still moving rapidly within her and she shoots a poisonous look at the swell of her stomach. "Stop it," she hisses but it has no effect and why should it.
In the end she curls in on herself, staring at the wall and wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep and deny all of this ever happened. Which would be easier if James were not sleeping peacefully beside her. She kicks him to encourage him to first wake - and then leave.