*Bianca*
The baby was coming.
There had just been pain in my abdon for the past few hours but suddenly, sothing was very different. There was an intense pressure that was pressing down hard.
I gasped sharply, my eyes widening as I looked up at Taylor.
He t my gaze, saw my panic, and knew imdiately.
“It’s happening,” he said to Darion.
A scream tore from my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ride through the pain but it seed to be rocking through violently. It was a searing hot white pain that left breathless imdiately.
“What do we do?” Darion yelled, his grip on my hand tightening almost as much as my hold on his.
I could just imagine Taylor looking around wildly. “We need to get her in position!”
I was in too much pain to pay much attention to how the guys shifted on the makeshift hospital bed. I vaguely recall them putting more cushions behind my back to prop up slightly before soone gently and carefully pried my legs apart.
“Fuck,” Darion cursed as the hem of my dress was lifted over my thighs, baring to the two distraught guys.
“Get it together,” Taylor hissed at him. “We don’t have ti to freak out.”
“I know that!” Darion snapped at him. He seed to steady himself with a couple of breaths before he straightened and stepped closer to the table.
Taylor’s voice was trembling but he stood his ground and took his spot beside Darion, stepping between my parted legs at the end of the table. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do-” he started to say before his voice cut off in dismay. “Darion, I swear you better not..”
I looked over at Darion and found that his eyes looked far away as they were trained between my legs. I was going to yell at him to stop staring but then stopped short when his eyes started to roll back in his head. Taylor cursed again right as Darion fell backwards in a faint.
“Just great,” Taylor growled.
I tried to just focus on my breathing but it was becoming increasingly difficult as I glanced at Darion’s passed out form on the floor. It just made the whole situation seem that much more hopeless.
I cried out again and felt warm liquid pore out of and spill onto the table.
“Fuck, Bianca,” Taylor hissed and reached for the pile of towles on the nearby table. He started to mop up the liquid. “You’re bleeding!”
I tried not to let his panicked tone affect more than it already was. I had read that it was normal for won to bleed so during labor but it did seem like Taylor was wiping up quite a bit of blood.
An even sharper pain had crying out and I reached out blindly for sothing to grab onto. I settled for digging my fingers into the blankets Darion had set out on the table.
“Taylor,” I moaned, tears streaming down my face. “It hurts so much!”
Taylor looked up at and his eyes were pained and panicked. “I know,” he said. “And I’m so sorry but you can do this. You’re stronger than anyone I know, B. You got this. Just hang on.”
His words cald for about half a second before an imnse pressure shoved down on my lower back, causing to wince and dig my fingers further into the blankets beneath .
“Just focus on your breathing,” Taylor said, eyeing between my legs. He almost seed to be talking to himself as his breaths beca more ragged and he swallowed thickly.
I stared at him, my eyes blazing with anger. “Don’t you dare pass out on too, Taylor!” I shrieked at him. “I need you!”
Taylor shook his head hard and then focused on . “I’m not going to pass out on you,” he said but his tone still sounded like he was trying to convince himself. He reached out and gripped my knees. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!”
That should have freaked out but for so reason, it didn’t. “I don’t either,” I told him, my voice surprisingly calm. “But we have to figure it out together now. Or did you forget that I have just as much experience in this area as you do? This is my first ti giving birth!” I doubled over as an even stronger contraction slamd into .
We were even closer now.
“I know, I know!” Taylor assured , reaching out to pat my back, looking completely lost. He used his other hand to grip mine for a mont. “You need to breathe Bianca. Please!”
I hadn’t even realized that I stopped my labor breaths until he said that. I forced myself to breathe deeply, even though it seed to make everything hurt even worse.
“I’m scared,” I wailed, finally giving into the very real fear that seed to be tearing apart. “I want Leo!” I was crying like a child now but I didn’t care. I was frightened and hurting and I just wanted my fiance by my side.
Taylor sounded like he was in pain as well and he stroked my hair back away from my sweaty forehead. “Shh,” he murmured but the sound was shaky. “It’s going to be okay. Leo will be here any minute now, I’m sure.”
I might have not been very capable of thinking clearly but even I knew that he was just saying that to make feel better. It made cry harder, my body feeling heavy and on the verge of breaking in half.
“Fuck, B,” he said when more liquid pooled out of . He moved to clean it up. “Please stop bleeding.”
I never heard Taylor beg before in all the years of our friendship and it just made the situation that much more dire.
“I can’t help it,” I sobbed.
That seed to send poor Taylor over the edge. He pulled away slightly and just stared down into my face with that sa helpless look, only now it looked even more defeated.
We just stared at each other as I continued to cry out in pain and fear. Taylor could do nothing but hold , rubbing my back and murmuring soothing words to that just felt empty.
I could feel us both giving up and that was the most terrifying of all. Everything seed hopeless as we sat trapped in a locked safe room, ruthless gang mbers after us, one of our friends passed out on the floor.
And worst of all, not knowing if the father of my child was even alive.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you,” Taylor said, sounding like he was going to start crying as well.
I couldn’t even speak now as another contraction tore through . If I opened my mouth, I was just going to be screaming.
All seed lost. I started apologizing to Leo and to our child as I started to succumb to the pain.
At that mont, the door burst open, revealing a wild-eyed Leo.
“Leo!” I sobbed, reaching out for him.
I saw relief color my fiance’s features but then they were imdiately replaced with panic when he saw the blood. Then that color drained from his face and he rushed over. “Please do sothing!” he cried out as he gripped my hands and looked behind him.
My mother was standing behind him, her eyes widening with horror as she rushed over to assess the situation between my legs. “Just breathe, honey,” she said soothingly but her voice is tight. “We’re here now. You’re going to be fine.”
I just nodded and gripped onto Leo tightly as Mom took over, her hands gentle but firm as she looked between my legs. I felt her touch inside and she gasped. “We need to do sothing. The baby seems stuck.”
“No!” I cried in horror.
“The ambulance is on the way,” a female voice said.
I looked up and imdiately saw Leo’s eyes surrounded by a soft feminine face. I knew it had to be Leo’s sister.
“It needs to get here now, Maria!” Leo growled at her.
Maria looked at and her eyes, so much like Leo’s, were tender as she approached. She looked over quickly, her face hardening into one of determination. She looked at Leo. “Do you trust ?”
Leo sucked in a sharp breath. “You brought back to my family,” he said finally. “So, yes, I trust you.”
Maria nodded and stepped forward. “May I?” she said to my mother. Mom studied her for a brief mont before stepping aside.
“Leo, stay by Ms. Bianca’s side and make sure she keeps her deep breathing,” she ordered curtly. She looked over at Taylor. “You. I need more hot water. Now.”
The boys scurried to do as she said.
“Have you done this before?” I heard Mom ask, her voice low with stress.
“I’ve delivered a few babies in my ti,” Maria answered. “Before my current... position, I studied to be a nurse.”
“So pressure soon, love,” Maria said to . I heard her ask my mom to help keep open so that Maria could turn the baby.
I cried out at the sudden, sharp pressure as my baby was flipped around inside of .
“We’re ready,” Maria said calmly. She looked up into my eyes. “Get ready to push, love. You can do it.”
“Okay,” I squeaked.
I scread at the ceiling as I pushed, my whole body seeming to spasm as I did so. After a few more, I was completely out of breath, sweat sticking to every part of .
“One more ought to do it,” Maria told encouragingy. “I see the head. You can do it. One more. Now!”
I shrieked as I pushed one more ti and I felt it right before I heard the shrieking cry of my child.
The sound imdiately brought more tears to my eyes.
Mom was crying too. “You did it, sweetheart. I’m so proud.”
Leo kissed my forehead but his eyes were on the little being that Maria was cleaning off.
“A beautiful boy,” Maria announced with pride. She looked at Leo. “Would you like to cut the cord?”
Leo nodded numbly before squeezing my hand one more ti and moving to do just that.
I watched, transfixed as Leo held our son with one hand and carefully snipped the cord tethering us together. It was a beautiful mont.
I reached out, wanting to hold my baby for the first ti, needing to feel him to ensure that he was in fact, real.
I opened my mouth to ask when a sharp pain shattered my plan, causing to cry out.
Everyone whipped their heads over to in alarm. “Bianca?” Leo asked, horrified. He handed our son to my mother before rushing back to my side. “What’s wrong?”
I breathed in sharply. “I’m not sure,” I said shakily. “It almost felt like-” I gasped at my body shook.
“Another contraction,” Maria finished, her eyes going wide as she felt between my legs. She gasped, her stunned eyes going to Leo’s. “There’s a second baby.”
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