The last week has been filled with craziness, I'm trying to figure out my bag for the hospital and Liam just keeps kicking me, distracting me from my thoughts and what I need packed. His bag was ready to go already, but mine was half done. I heard the bedroom door open and Gerald clear his throat, I turn around and smile at him,
"Hey handsome what's up?"
"How's the bag packing going?" He asks, walking over to me.
"It's going and it's not going, Liam keeps kicking me and making me loose my train of thought," I laugh.
"Mm he's restless like his momma," Gerald says smiling.
"Yep that he is," I say smiling back.
Gerald helps me finish the bag, then we head out for lunch, then we go do some shopping. We decide to stop by the old house and see what's up with it. We get out and go inside, the door closes behind us and locks, I look at Gerald wide eyed,
"Did it just really fucking lock?! These mother fucking demons!" I growl.