12-16-2015, 04:44 AM
(12-16-2015, 04:26 AM)roseie1991@yahoo.com Wrote: "Yes we are. He's really an amazing kid. You should be proud."
*Lydia smiled at Rowan*
"Thanks. i'm really proud of him." Peter said, placing a hand on his belly, feeling the babies kicking him happily.
(one week later)
It was December, 24, Christmas Eve, and the cafe was doing a charity dinner, and Peter and Rowan were in a choir. They would sing in groups with people with the same age as them. All these people were wearing white tunics and wearing fake wings, as angels. Peter thought he was looking ridiculous with that white male tunic, and his belly was so big that even if his wings were real, he wouldn't be able to fly. However, he was happy, because it was a beutiful night and because Rowan would sing. His little brother would even had a solo song, because everyone loved his voice when he sang at the test.
Peter rubbed his belly, feeling another cramp hit it, making it hard as a rock. The babies insed were unquiet, kicking him all the time, but he was trying to calm them down. Finally, it was his group's time to sing, and they sang wonderfully. The presentation lasted 15 minutes, and he had one contraction before the beginning and one at the end of it, so he knew that the contractions were getting close. After singing, he went to Lydia's table, and watched Rowan's group and then his solo.
At the end of the solo, Peter groaned again and rubbed his belly when he felt another sharp pain hitting him, but he hoped Lydia wouldn't notice it because he didn't wanted her to worry about him