"Damn... ok..." He scrambled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, hitting the light and dragging a t-shirt over his head. "Are you having contractions?" He frowned a touch as he saw her clensh her teeth , clearly through a contraction. He moved over to her and rested his hand on her stomach while he brushed her hair back from her face "Ok baby... come on, sit up..." He helped her to sit up, carefully moving her legs off the bed and setting them on the floor. -- Malia's Dorm

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Date Posted: 09:42:46 09/20/05 Tue
Author: Danny
Subject: "Damn... ok..." He scrambled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, hitting the light and dragging a t-shirt over his head. "Are you having contractions?" He frowned a touch as he saw her clensh her teeth , clearly through a contraction. He moved over to her and rested his hand on her stomach while he brushed her hair back from her face "Ok baby... come on, sit up..." He helped her to sit up, carefully moving her legs off the bed and setting them on the floor.
In reply to: Malia 's message, "You make me want you.." on 06:37:03 09/20/05 Tue

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Her nails dug into his forearm as he helped her to a sitting position and she let out a long low breath, lifting her chin. "Don't forget my bag." She watched him -- still a bit groggy from sleep and a little disoriented by the bursts of pain running through her. They'd packed and repacked their "hospital bag" -- it had been ready for a month, and there was no way in hell she was letting him forget it. She swallowed a bit, let out another long, slow breath, and looked up to meet his eyes. "I've changed my mind. I don't want it to come out." (NT) -- Mali, 10:01:50 09/20/05 Tue