Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“If she poops, you act like you never saw it. Got it?” I whispered to Rafe.
Rafe bumped my shoulder. “You’re good to her.”
I shrugged. “She’s good to me, too. We made this pact when we were twelve. There are a whole bunch of stupid rules. Such as, if she has a kid, I have to have one, too. Two years max. That way they can grow up to be best friends.”
“What else does this pact entail?” he asked, watching as the nurses flurried around the room as they got ready for Janie to push.
Janie was pumped up on the good drugs, and she didn’t care at all that she was open for God and country to see her hoo-ha.
And honestly, I didn’t really care that I was seeing it.
We had a very open friendship. There wasn’t a thing about her that I hadn’t seen before, and vice versa.
We hadn’t gone as far as to actually do anything with each other—neither one of us swung that way, and Janie had a thing for Rafe way before we were that curious. Sometimes people looked at us and wondered if we were, indeed, lesbians.
Not that we did anything to discourage their thoughts.
Sometimes it was easier to allow them to think what they wanted rather than dissuade them of their illusions.
It also served our purpose. If they thought we were lesbians, then they left us alone. Plain and simple.
Since we were young—fifteen—Janie has literally had a thing for Rafe. She’d wanted him since she was old enough to realize what it was that she was feeling.
Me? I just plain hadn’t found anyone I liked.
Or wanted to be with.
One day I would, but until that day came, I’d just continue being comfortable alone.
“What else?” I asked. “I have to be your child’s godmother. If anything ever happens to her and you, I have to be her new mother. I’m to come over to the house three out of seven days a week at least and help her. There’s way more and…”
“Oh my God!” Janie screamed. “There’s a fucking mirror up there!”
I started to laugh.
“Can I film this?” I asked.
Janie shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind watching it. You may.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone, but Rafe took it from me and shoved it into his pocket. “I don’t want her vagina on your phone. One day she’ll piss you off, then you’ll make a YouTube video of her and post it.”
“I would never!”
Rafe ignored my obvious lie, then moved to the head of the bed where he started to whisper something in Janie’s ear.
The doctor took his place between her legs, and then she started to push.
Two hours later, I was still standing exactly where I was when all of this started, and I was wondering how much longer this could possibly go on.
“She’s like a yo-yo,” I said. “You push, her head comes down, then goes right back up.”
Janie moaned.
“I don’t think I can do this,” Janie cried, fat tears dripping down her cheeks.
I stared at her. “Don’t be a pussy.”
Janie flipped me off, and Rafe looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
“I’m trying!” she wailed, wiping tears away from her face.
“You’re being a pussy,” I countered. “Start pushing like we all know you know how to push. Seriously, you’re so fucking good at pushing our buttons. Pushing your nose into places it doesn’t belong. Pushing me when I don’t want to be pushed. Pushing your luck. We all know you have this in you.”
I knew it without a doubt.
Janie just needed that extra little nudge.
Which she had now.
Narrowing her eyes, she curled up and started to push.
This time the baby’s head didn’t slide back in after it popped out.
This time, she came out and stayed out.
Janie bellowed. “Oh my God. My cooter!”
I started to snicker and pulled my phone out of my pocket.
I’d gotten it back from Rafe for this exact moment.
I pulled up my camera and started to record.
“Jesus Christ. I can’t feel it anymore! Is my cooter okay?” Janie roared.
I couldn’t help it. I started to laugh so hard that I was sure that my video would be impossible to watch for people with extreme motion sickness.
“Yes,” the doctor said, clearly not bothered by my best friend’s mouth. “Your vagina is fine. Her entire head is out.”
Rafe looked down and didn’t say a word, but I saw a sheen of white cross his features before he popped his head back up to look at Janie’s face.
I, on the other hand, was utterly fascinated.
“Reach your hand down there and feel her,” I told Janie.
Janie did so, and her eyes rounded in shock. “I’ve never had anything this big in my cooter before.”
I winced and looked at Rafe, who was shaking his head.
“Your cooter will be okay,” I told her. “I promise.”