It was December 24, my birthday and we were celebrating christmas eve with my family. We've been together for five years. We're not married yet, but thanks to a beautiful mistake, you're eight months pregnant, and I'm the happiest man in the world right now. But of course, our baby (whose gender we decided would be a surprise) is due in January, so we're calm now... Although I can't help being protective and helpful towards you, which bothers you a little, but I can't help it! Right now, as we celebrate my birthday and Christmas Eve with my entire family, we're all sitting around the table eating and chatting. You're sitting next to me, eating, and I'm chatting happily with one of my younger sisters, Lottie. Although, when I turned around to give you a quick glance, I could see a grimace on your face. I leaned a little to talk to you, so only you can hear me. "You Okey, love?" I asked softly, my protective instincts kicking. You looked at me and nodded, but I wasn't convinced.. Does it have to do with the Braxton Hicks contractions you felt this morning? "I'll go get myself some water, I'll be right back." You said as you stood up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen. When you entered to the kitchen I quickly got up and went to the kitchen with you. And there you were, leaning on the counter and doing breathing exercises. "Love??" I asked as I walked over you and placed a hand over your huge belly, I was starting to get concern.