As the morning starts to become afternoon a slight pain in my abdomen grows. It's more distracting at the moment and it's noticeable.

"Love are you alright?" Tom asks for the eighth time today.

"Yeah I'm great!" I smile at him. He nods and sits next to me.

"Don't hesitate to tell me if anything feels wrong." He sighs and sips some water.

After a bit of comfortable silence a pain pulls across my bulged stomach and I instinctively place one hand on top of it and one hand on Toms chest.

"Are you ok (Y/n)?" His face covered with worry as mine fills with pain, which subsides within thirty seconds.

"I... I'm fine?"  I even my breathing before speaking. My hands not moving from their spots.

"Are you sure? Love is the baby coming?" Tom gets all worked up.

"Tom I'm ok. It could be a contraction or I don't know, pesky braxon hicks." I sigh.

"Let's hope the latter. There should be five more weeks until they arrive."

"calm down. getting anxious about it isn't going to help anything."

Tom nods and is called back on set to reshoot the scene.

As it gets closer to early evening the pains have become more frequent, and I hide my pain as best as possible to not ruin the filming.