WiHM8 – Veronica Smith pt 2

Excerpt from Abdominal Bride – soon to be published in Guts and Gore anthology

by Veronica Smith

**Comment below and ask Veronica where she got the name for this short story!**

When she woke, it was dark inside the suite. She smiled and put her hand out to touch Jeff but his side of the bed was empty. She reached to the nightstand, surprised how uncomfortable and awkward it was and turned on the bedside lamp.

She almost screamed when she looked down at herself. Her distended belly was much like a hugely pregnant woman. Pregnant? She threw the sheet and blanket off her naked body in shock.

 

“Jeff!” she yelled, “I need you! Something is wrong! Jeff? Where are you?”

She heard no response and wondered if he was outside. She tried to get off the bed and found the only way to do it was to scoot close to the edge.

Is this how pregnant women do it? Why am I thinking that? I’m not pregnant, I can’t be. But what the hell is wrong with me?

Just as she got to the edge, and was about to swing her legs around, she was stopped by a sharp pain in her abdomen.

“Jeff! Oh my god it hurts!” she screamed, “Jeff!”

She turned on her side and curled up around her belly. She swore felt movement inside her and it felt like her arm was being kicked through the skin of her stomach. The pain did not lessen in this position and she knew she needed to get to a hospital. She picked up the phone next to the lamp but could not get a dial tone.

“Come on!” she muttered, jabbing the buttons in a vain attempt to make it work.

She slammed the receiver down in time with another sharp pain and looked up for her purse, which had her cell phone inside. It was gone. When they came in she had tossed it on the table next to the door but that table was bare now. In fact, the small suitcase that had been sitting on the chair was gone too. All her clothes were still packed inside.

She had just decided to get to the elevator outside and go down to the lobby, wearing just the sheet if she had to, when the pain hit her on a new level. She screamed and clutched her abdomen, doubling over in pain.

This sounds like labor. But how the hell can it be labor? Jeff and I only made love last night.