183. Stage 1
I gave Justin an are you fucking kidding me expression.
“What? I want to know. What was is like?” Justin asked once more.
“So, you didn’t hear me screaming my heart out the whole time I was giving birth?” I asked raising my eyebrow.
“I did, but that’s not enough details.”
“Well, let me start off by saying, I hate you. I’m never having a kid again. It fucking doesn’t feel good okay? I wanted to kill myself while going through that process. I…….”
Justin cut me off.
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t have gone all natural and just took the shots that the doctors were trying to give you for your pain, you wouldn’t hate me or wanted to have killed yourself back there” Justin spat.
“Well, I don’t like shots” I spat back.
“Well, that’s your fucking problem not mine. You do realize that it takes two to create a baby right? Don’t just try to make it seem like I’m the only one who contributed to this.” Justin hissed.
I could hear the rage and aggravation in his tone.
“You asked the question and you got your damn answer” I said while rolling my eyes after.
“Whatever… By the way, you’re FRIEND texted you. He wanted to know how you and the baby were doing. You remember Zayn right? Don’t you still keep in contact with him” Justin muttered.
A huge smirk spread across my face after Justin’s words. This is why he was acting all moody. We’re back at stage 1. Jealousy.