"Gabriel Lawrence Corner, if you--you are not calling the healer," she said in a calm yet firm tone of voice. "Our son decided to shift his weight onto my bladder and I am trying to manage enough strength to make it to the loo. So rather than going and--just--come over here and help me, please?" she said, her voice now pleading as she worked on swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
She let out a soft sigh as she pushed herself up off of the bed. The affects of the attack the previous day were felt as she did so, a twinge of pain slowly trickling from her lower back down her legs. "Sorry, I should have said that it wasn't--but he kicked me and then right afterward he decided to--oh for the love of Merlin, I know child! Stop--augh!" The baby was pressing even more into her bladder and--she was about to burst, it was the most unpleasant feeling in the world, Mary was quite positive of that. "You are lucky that you're not the one with a baby in your--every bloody night, Gabriel, like clockwork. It's like he thinks my internal organs are pillows or something."
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