It was 9 a.m. in the morning when the room was in total chaos. The once Bikini Bottom-themed room had become a disaster. The Patrick Star cutouts were ripped to shreds, pink paper scattered all over the floor like confetti, and the smiling face emojis were torn right off the ceiling tracks.
It started when Faye's contractions began.
And no, that girl wasn't having it. She was unhinged and a bit violent. She was in pain, and no matter how her best friend and girlfriend tried to calm her down, that girl wouldn't stay still. She thrashed against the white sheets, her fingers bunching the fabric up until it ripped.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... make it stop!"
Faye cried, groaning in pain. She arches her back off the mattress, her chest heaving as a massive wave of pressure rolled through her belly.
