TW: Pregnancy/Labour

Mariam: Ohhh. Nine months without wine! Ugh. Or sushi!!! Noooo!

Hunter: For you.

Mariam: Uh—hey! You have to suffer with me!

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Mariam: Pregnancy sucks.

Hunter: The result is worth it.

Mariam: Say that one more time and I swear to Hylia I will strangle you—

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Hunter: Can I just—

Mariam: No! What ever it is, no!

Hunter: I really need to pee! Or there's gonna be a mess under me.

Mariam: ARGH. There's a mess under me, HONEY. JUST HURRY UP AND GO!

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Hunter: It's been two hours—

Mariam: YOU TRY PUSHING A WATERMELON OUT OF YOUR DOWNSTAIRS!!!

Hunter: I didn't mean it like that!

Mariam: WELL, WORD IT DIFFERENTLY! GOSH. MEN THESE DAYS!!!

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Hunter: Just push. You can do this.

Mariam: I AM PUSHING, IDIOT!

Hunter: Well, I—I'm just gonna shut up.

Mariam: Yeah. You do that!

...

Hunter, looking at the newborn baby in Mariam's arms: So worth it.

Mariam: *glares at him*

Hunter: If looks could kill, I'd be dead—several times.