My Young Widow
OTW Hospital

"Dry my hair!" pinta Andra, she was sitting down, while the Girl was on the edge of the bed, they had just taken a bath together, resisting this widower's wish was as good as looking to die. "Today do anything?"

The girl did not answer, she focused on drying Andra's wet hair which she thought was very fragrant, but suddenly there was a flick of pain in her lower abdomen.

"Aawws!!" squealing Girls.

No matter the reflex movement, the hairdryer fell and broke, Andra sat holding the belly of the Girl.

The girl's eyes closed, she grimaced the pain that suddenly came without an invitation, her legs seemed to not want to be tightened, the girl tried to hold back, only her carrier wanted to be wide open.

"Darling, the kid's going outside!" said Stammered Girl.

Andra's eyeballs seemed to want to jump from the sockets, he even took two more days off, while his beautiful son wanted to go outside tonight.

Is that true?!

Andra then stood up, she asked the Girl to calm down because she herself could not calm down, the Girl continued to grimace and felt something was pushing from inside.

"She-saya, sick!" The girl screamed in pain, she tried to reach her husband's free hand, but could not. "Heh, widower!" snapped it.

basic inexperienced widower!

The girl grumbled in her heart, in fact Andra just froze, doing nothing but stand sculpting.

"Helen, I-" Andra thinks all of her organs have stopped working.

"Call mom quick!" tell the girl while holding back her pain, she really wants to defecate also feels, but this is worse than ordinary stomach pain. "Youngpam, aaaarrrghhh!"

"Y-yes, I'm calling!"

Just try if it is not sick, the girl must throw her husband with pillows and bolsters, the widower instead of contacting the mother and father's cellphones, but ran outside the room, calling the mother directly in the building next door.

Oh, my gosh... The girl knew the widower had never been in this phase, but somehow only this time she saw Andra could not think clearly.

"Good, it hurts so much!" his complaints are non-stop.

The girl tried to find another object to distract her, but it again failed because the pain only subsided for a moment.

About ten minutes passed, only then did the sound of people running into her room, The girl slightly developed a smile.

The girl could only nod, she wanted her mother to immediately bring herself to the hospital.

"Your brother, he passed out in front. Sandro's the one who helped you walk?"

Whaaat!

The girl clenched her hands together, at a time like this still had time to faint, she just survived until her lips cracked.

It was so good that he asked for rations, he said to make it smooth, now he's the one who fainted, you know!

Slowly the Girl assisted Sandro down the stairs, occasionally stopping and letting the Girl finish her pain, until finally they were in the car and threw eyes at each other.

"Who's driving?" asked the confused father, he could not drive, Sandro did not have a SIM, while the widower next to the girl was still limp.

Andra opened her eyes and took the key. "Let me, I can Helen" he said.

But, that girl did not indicate, she instead had Andra ask Sandro or the person in this complex to help her.

"I can!" emphatically.

"But, you just regained consciousness and are still limp!" reject Girl raw.

He pressed his forehead repeatedly. "When do you want to fight here? Until your son is born?"

Awwwvss!

The girl screeched again, inevitably she believed in her recently sober husband.

Andra was trying to manage her concentration, raising Girls was an incision for her because she had made Girls sick at this time, she was asking for a lot of rations.

Son, wait, don't be born yet!

I mean Andra, in the hospital alone, she parno with the one who gave birth on the street, she could have fainted again.

"Missy!" girl shouted, she already wanted to spread both her legs. "Aaarrrghhhh, wet!"

The deg!