Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (new reading .TXT) 📗

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BABY

 

All of my motions have been limited, and this includes walking. They have me hooked up to a machine that causes my body to be partly paralysed for a few hours every day to help me complete rest while the bleeding from my placenta is occurring. Every three hours, a designated person comes in to stretch my limbs and sit with me while several experts are carefully watching me.

 

My baby.

 

The term itself is identical to my given name. I recalled my father's explanation of why they named me Baby, and it brought back memories. All the time, people ridiculed me for my unusual forename. Still, my father, as he always did, was excellent at explaining the significance of my given name to their most cherished and youngest daughter, which I appreciated. As far as we know, our great grandmother had the same name as our grandmother, who was well-liked and respected by the community for having an enormous heart and refusing to listen to detractors. I recall him telling me that no one else in my generation had been given this name. 

It is an honor to have passed it down to me, making me an exceptional individual. I let out a sigh in my mind. As I hear my name being gently spoken, I begin to panic.

When I opened my eyes, it was Charles standing in front of me. He has the ability to know when I am awake. The monitor receives information from a bit of patch on my wrist. He expresses a want to cuddle, which I accommodated since I was told to devote more attention to the infant. By daydreaming about all the great things I can do with my child, I attempt to relax at night. Even though it took me a few days to completely comprehend what was going on, listening to the baby's heartbeat for the first time was the most comforting sound I could have heard. It had totally melted my heart. I was all in being a mother right away.

 

Most of the time that I was at the private care, Charles was there. In fact, he was the very first person I saw when I opened my eyes after being involved in the incident. I suppose this is his way of expressing his regret for what occurred, but I recall him threatening me at one point during the same night while I was in and out of consciousness. "If you lose this baby, I will see to it that you lose your niece as well." Charles's last threat before I'm plunged into darkness once again. I make an effort not to think about anything bad for the sake of the baby.

It's crazy how much I'm constantly rubbing my belly. When the monitor indicates that I'm carrying a tiny baby within me, I gently touch it once more. When the physician air swipes a command, a hologram of the baby within me appears on the screen, indicating how the baby is looking. It already has a complete set of fingers and toes on its hands and feet. 

 

When my doctor told me today that I am thirteen weeks pregnant and not showing at all, I was concerned that something might be wrong with the baby since it was so tiny. However, after being assured that this is typical for first-time moms, I was relieved. I can feel the baby growing inside of me. It has become my everything, and I now have the opportunity to reflect on my current position. 

I'm going to have to do all in my power to keep it safe. Getting out of bed in the morning makes me feel better. When I glance in the mirror, I see that things have changed. I discovered a new source of inspiration to keep going. When the doctors decided that I had made enough improvement in my condition to carry the baby to full term after two weeks, I was finally released from private care.

Sometimes I can't stop myself from thinking about Carly. I'm curious about how she was when pregnant; it would have been wonderful to be around her with her large tummy. I did see she had developed a stomach, but I dismissed it, assuming she was just bloated from our late nights of consuming salty foods. I'm curious how it would feel if our children were to reconnect and live in a regular world. I shrug off the idea immediately, knowing it will only make me upset.

 

Charles had planned to marry in a few days, but the event had already been postponed by a few weeks owing to the tragedy. However, things are now back to normal. I've returned to being obedient. For the sake of my baby's protection, I would do anything. The new pattern is to get up with Charles, go about our day, and then wait for him in bed so that we may sleep together. He hasn't attempted to have any intercourse, just a few suck and kisses here and there since he was so concerned with producing an heir. This is the gentlest he's ever been. Any girl would be so happy with our set-up and how caring he is but not me, especially what I went through with him all these times.

Charles would always start a regular discussion with us as if we were a happy couple. He loves to inquire about the things I like, which on some days might include our kid. I always indulge him, but I knew it was all a ruse and that after I gave birth, he'd revert to his old self and push me to pull the trigger.

 

My face was back to gloomy as a group of people carries out my measurements. They made sure to scan my stomach and determine how much growth I would have. 

Honestly, I wasn't in the mood to choose a design as they layout different fabrics and when I was offered the option to do so. I had them draw up some ideas for me, and I just went along with anything they had to give without questioning their expertise. I was presented with details on the dress with having genuine pearls and diamonds on them. 

I was even asked about what theme and designs I wanted to have. They presented about a dozen of ideas that can be done in a short time. Charles wasn't kidding with the amount of money he is willing to waste on this loveless ceremony. These things were fascinating if I was in love with the person I am marrying, but for the survival of my baby, I will have that face to show. 

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