False Contractions

Summary:

Drace and Paislee are expecting their first child together. She's about 8 months pregnant. I have been trying to document this journey. It's pretty hasty because we're in an RP guild. So bear with my misplacement for the time being. I will sort them into a location. I'm an INFP so you know how that goes. Nevertheless, back to the summary. Drace has been very supportive of Paislee during this time. Loving all the way. I hope you catch the same feelings I had when writing this.

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The light ruffling of the plum duvet covers from Drace as he peered over Paislee to marvel at her beautifulness. From her silky tresses that rippled from her face, Paislee slumbered into a twine with her body pillow. From the tip of her petite nose, the hardly noticeable divot in the middle of her chin, and smooth but scarred skin; Drace's lips curved as her eyes shifted over Paislee's entire body. His blue hues feasted on Paislee’s abundance that carried their precious child. Time, however, waited for no one. Drace cooked up breakfast and fastened his pauldrons and her armor. But, there’s time for this. He left a kiss on the corner of her forehead. Paislee moved her head a bit from the initial contact.

The same sounds that she had drifted asleep to wake her from her slumber. Her mismatched hues of charcoal and fossil-grey shifted throughout the room. She slightly gasped from the sudden shortness of breath. Pulling the cover back and pushing the long body pillow from her, she scooched the end of the bed a few inches at a time. Before she stood up, Paislee lightly stroked the side of her legs. She planted her swollen feet down against the cobalt, luxurious rug.

“Oh- Drace!” Paislee exclaimed.

She blushed once her eyes met with the honey brass wrought mirror that hung in their bathroom. Drace couldn’t help leaving those loving messages all over Paislee, but he’s gotten tamer than he was before. Though she was tempted to fix her lipstick, she continued to the restroom to relieve herself. Not only their future son was a busy body, but Paislee had to drink a good deal of fluids. As expected, false contractions, heartburn, clumsiness, crying spells, and shortness of breath were common ailments in the eighth month of pregnancy. Paislee reappeared to the mirror and took a tissue to dab off the lipstick smiling as she did so. Her mouth stretched open wide into a yawn as she strolled towards the shower. On the way there, articles of clothing plopped on the marble tile in a scattered pattern. The motions from her wobbled walking caused those white fibers to sway across the small of her back.

Exposed and with her large baby bump, Paislee stood in the cold unoccupied shower checking to see if she had everything inside with her. The shower screeched as six streams of water came in a triangular direction. Since she couldn’t stand for long periods, Paislee eventually sat on the shower bench. She grabbed her shampoo and lathered up her hair.

Slippery sud bubbles slid down the slopes and curves of her body. She finished washing up seated then extinguished the streams of water. Paislee yanked up a long coral towel and squeezed her hair dry first then wrapped herself snugly.

Determined to get the clothes she carelessly dropped on the way in, Paislee squatted the best she could but she couldn't. She sighed but carried down to the dining area where Drace left her prepared meal. Inhaling the scent of a savory seasoning on a nice flank of medium tender bantha, sunny side up orobird eggs with a vegetable medley. As requested, one of comet ice water and the other one of spiced Nerf milk. On the table were two prenatal vitamins, and one metamorphic cell culture. She arched her shoulders back and then dropped them. The robust flavors danced on her tongue as she chewed bite-sized cut pieces of steak as stabbed some tomatoes. She finished her milk and took her pills. Paislee slid her plate towards the center of the table and zoned off in a trance.

In her mind, she thought about her family and the past events to the current days. Reminiscing, one might say. From the death of her father and fake mother, the broken childhood, her time spent in the jungles of Dromund Kaas, among the order of Klepinger, to live on Naboo and then finally emerging as an apprentice to Darth Seien. On Voss, she overcame the Sith spell from Darth Vomia, became a Sith Lord, fell in love with Darth Drace, lost her Aunt Miya, argued with Saini, and was reunited with her mother. Now, she was becoming a mother soon. Paislee jerked out of her trance and went to get dressed before she started to clean up.

Paislee shuffled and slung her clothes around in the closet. Pulling out a couple at a time, she chucked the ones she couldn’t fit on the side of the bed behind her. The hanger clanked against the floor.

“Ah! Oo-oo! Oooo-uh! Uhnnn! Uh!” Paislee’s hands gripped against her lower stomach.

Paislee’s eyes widened in disbelief as her lower ends grew tight and her stomach hardened. Panic spread over her body like wildfire. She huffed and panted, as she clenched onto a nearby object. She dipped in a slight kneel against the closet. A few minutes passed as she inched closer to the bed taking a seat. The contractions began to fade away.