bimboceo.
@himboceo ; wan.davision au !
Hands work as they scrub against dishes. Her protruding belly bumping against the kitchen counter. They are so happy here. The light purple pallet of her kitchen fills her with a soft comfort. A soft gasps slips passed her lips at the soft kick against her stomach. She steps back from the sink, her hand finding home against her body. Lips curl into a big smile. Soon they would have a little them running around in their home. However, when she looks up to find the plate previously in her hands hovering in the air - sponge still working away against the dish - her smile falls. Hands drop from her stomach, and she watches as the plate falls from the air. Water and soap splashes back on her, as she flinches at the sound of the dish breaking.
She hears Brock call her name - ask if she’s okay - but she finds herself unable to look away. Her mind too occupied with the vision of her plate suspended in the air. She doesn’t look towards him as the kitchen door opens. Instead, she bends at the waist, her hand gripping against the counter as she lets out a loud groan. “ Oh ! “ She lets her free hand move to rest under her stomach, as she tries her best to keep her breathing even. “ Something’s happening, something’s not right ! “
Brock comes through the door, whistling, after a successful day at work. He’s always immediately comforted by the sight of his wife waiting for him, but when he lays his eyes on her... something doesn’t seem right. No, she doesn’t even have to say anything for him to know something’s the matter, but her distressed cries - a broken plate - and her exclamation confirm everything he had feared.
The man drops his briefcase on the floor as he makes his way through the kitchen’s doorway at full speed. He rests his hands on her arms, holding her in order to support her. He tries to keep his voice level, but his distress, of course, makes its way through. Still, he breathes with her, hastily asking her what he can do. ❛ Tell me what you need, Chels. The baby? Is it the baby? ❜ Of course it’s the baby, you idiot. She’s holding her stomach.
Was it time yet?
