you didn’t know what it was. no matter what time of the year it was, your now husband, rhode, loved scaring the shit out of you.

it ranged from things, like: hiding in the back of your car as you went to work, wearing a creepy costume as he stood at the end of the long, dark hallway of your home, or even just grabbing and yelling behind you.

you couldn’t help that you were so susceptible, so naive. it also didn’t help that you were fully pregnant, like, six days after your due date pregnant. you two had tried everything: acupuncture, spicy food, doing the do. nothing worked.

one night, he’d gone to get a few more frivolous things for the baby, or so you thought. i mean, he did go get stuff, but he also found this really cool mask. why not scare you with it?

you noticed how late it was getting, going to find your phone to call him with a small huff (as you were contracting, but they were hours in between each other) before this masked man jumped from around the dark corner, eliciting a shrill scream you, and the recognizable sound of water hitting the floor only seconds later.

“did you…did your water just break?”

rhode asked, completely shocked and dumbfounded.