Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

Penny POV “Penny! Are you doing okay? You have been in there for awhile!” Rosalie kept knocking on the door. | was so conflicted with her that | wasn’t sure how to feel.

Currently, | was leaning on the vanity for support from the contractions. Assuming this was false labor, | refused to show it. It was nothing like what | read. From what | read, contractions were suppose to be on a constant schedule. Like every hour or something like that. What | am feeling was lasting for hours then go away for a little while before coming back full blast. There was a point after breakfast that | thought they were gone but | was wrong.

KNOCK! KNOCK! The door handle shook for the third time. “Penny! I'm getting worried!” | was getting very irritated at this point. Grabbing the handle, | ripped open and stared her down. “Il am nine months pregnant with fucking triplets. If it is going to takethirty minutes to use the bathroom then letfucking us thirty minutes!” It was a weird surge of power that ran through my veins. | happened so quickly that | instantly stopped being mad. The feeling of shock and guilt instantly replaced it. It was like my body shrunk back as | calmed down.

“I'm sorry!” Rosalie took a few steps back in shock. “You have just looked pale today and the doctor will be here in five minutes.” “I need to wash my hands and I'll be right out.” | said softer before shutting the door on her.

On one hand, that power was something | had never experienced before. It felt so good but yet so wrong at the stime.

Turning the water on to make it seem like | was washing my hands but in reality, | just wanted to know what the fuck just happened.

“Where is she?” | heard the doctor's voice from the livingroom.

“Washing her hands. She will be right out.” Rosalie sounded like she blew him off.

“Your attitude needs simproving.” His voice sent chills down my spine in fear.

Opening the door, | walked out to see the doctor's hand wrapped around Rosalie’s throat. Her feet weren't on the ground and her eyes were bulging out.

join us.” The doctor looked over atand dropped Rosalie at

at the doctor, | waddled my way over to the couch and sat down. The doctor glared atbut didn’t

this.” Rosalie handledsomething that was green and

needle in. | couldn't help but scrunch up my

Braxton Hicks. It had been like twenty minutes since the last one and it was

those babies alive and healthy.” Rosalie looked atwith pity in her eyes and pushed the

babies, | would do it. The cold drink felt foreign in my hand but | drank it anyway. My

This is not working out. I think | am going to be sick.” Shoving it back in her hands, | didn’t give them a second to find a bow! as | threw

jumped to his feet

in front ofas the doctor's hand

from the pain in my stomach. “You're in labor?” The doctor was breathing heavily as he calmed down. Green vomit stained his white jacket. His eyes shifted to his

my life have | ever been so scared as | was at this very moment. “You better leave! Sir Joe Gambino will not be happy to hear you were going to lay your hands on her!” Before he could even react, two guards busted down the door. One stood at

a call from my men saying

voice was deep