#Chapter 95-Over Due

The weeks pass as I come up on my due date. The only problem is, a week after I’m due, I’m still walking around my apartment stressing over the baby. I struggled to get through Tris’ birthday last month, but the look on her face when I brought in her kitten was priceless. I don’t know where she came up with the name “Barry,” but the white ball of fluff officially has become a part of the Anderon household. “I love him, I love him!” She’d literally cried. Bea was as shocked as her little sister. “Esme?” I hear my mom call from another part of the apartment. “In here!” I say back. “Nursery!” She takes a few steps into the room, her hand on her heart as she takes it all in. “It’s so exciting coming in here knowing you’re due any time now.” “It’d be nicer if I already had her in my arms,” I grumble. “I’m already a week late, Mom.” “It happens,” Angie assures me, hand on my shoulder. “There’s tons of different tips and tricks to inducing labor.” One eyebrow goes up o