Everyone Has a Price IV

In fairytales, there is always a happily ever after. It was always assumed the prince and the princess went off to have many children and live in a big palace for the rest of their lives.

Yeah, no one ever told the princess she’d be a housewife scrubbing that goddamn palace and wondering why in the fuck he needs all those rooms? Victoria quipped.

When Victoria was a little girl, she said she wanted a big family. With just her and three brothers, she always thought there weren’t enough brothers and sisters for everyone. Six, she thought. Six would be an even number. Three boys and three girls. They would all get along and she would have a happy family.

How young and naïve she was. Everyone said having multiple pregnancies would make the birthing process easier. They clearly didn’t know Victoria.

It seemed with each pregnancy became more difficult. Just when she was used to something in another pregnancy, it was thrown out the window with the next one. Cravings were different. Moods were topsy-turvy. It was always too hot. It was never cold enough.

But the pain Victoria was experiencing was above and beyond than her previous two. She honestly thought she was going to die. She dilated quicker than she expected and before she knew it, the handy epidural she depended on from her last two pregnancies was no longer an option. The pain came again as soon as it subsided. There wasn’t enough ice chips in the world that would take the edge off of being stabbed in her uterus every two minutes.

Worse yet, Dave was nowhere to be found. He met Victoria at the hospital but quietly disappeared after hour three. He said he needed some air. Victoria called bullshit. She knew that asshole husband of hers wanted to be far and away from her as possible. She got real ugly and wasn’t holding back anything. He went from being a loving and wonderful hubby to a Class-A dickwad in just under 4 seconds. And that was only in the first hour.

Bracing herself for yet another contraction, Victoria clinched her eyes tight and tried her best not to push despite the aching feeling of wanting to. Only dilated 7 centimeters, she still had a long goal from the glorious number of 10.

That’s it. No more goddamn kids.