You felt like a whale.

You felt like you were about to pop.

You were happy, of course. You were having James baby, you were about to become a family with the man you loved the most.

But you just felt huge. And you felt like you looked huge.

You hoisted yourself off the bed, groaning as you looked down at your protruding baby bump.

James stood up quickly, coming to your side, his metallic hand moving to hold your lower back.

"Careful, doll. Take it easy."

"I am taking it easy, J, I'm not fragile," You huffed, your hand going to hold the bottom of the heavy bump, feeling pressure as the baby moved inside.

"I know you aren't fragile, baby, but you're so close to giving birth, you need to go a little slower."

She grumbled softly, so ready for the baby to be out, to love on it and forget how heavy it made you feel.

You let him lead you to the bathroom, putting your hands flat on the bathroom counter, looking up at him with a pout.

"...Will you make me some tea?"

He smiled, smoothing out your hair and kissing your forehead softly.

"I can do that, babydoll. I'll be right back with it."

You thanked him quietly, watching him leave the bathroom. You stood there for a moment, trying to ignore the ache in your back from the weight of your bump, your left hand moving to hold your lower back as you turned.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down when you felt something warm on your thighs.

Your water had broken.

".....James!" You called out, staring at your wet pajama shorts in shock.

Oh my god it was happening.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He called back, putting the tea bag in the mug, walking toward the bedroom, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom, his eyes immediately going to the large wet spot on your shorts.