"Fucking hell!" Chris laughed as Jal screeched yet again, grasping his hand.
She shot him a look, daring him to laugh again. "I'm having a baby Chris!" she retorted, gripping his hand tighter.
He stroked her cheek, covering his fingers in sweat and smiled sweetly at her. "I see that babe. I'm sorry, alright?"
Jal didn't have time to answer as the baby moved again and she let out another ear splitting yell. Doctors were firing orders at each other, while machines beeped in the background. Jal had been in labor for the past twenty hours, and she just wanted to have this baby. Chris had shown up not long after she arrived, and held her hand the whole time as she endured the contractions. He had gotten her water and anything else she needed while they waited for the baby. Now, the time was here and Jal was bearing through it the best she could.
She supposed Chris was trying to be cute and supportive by making motivational comments, and it had been in the beginning, but the pain was beginning to be too much and his comments were getting on her last nerve.
Tears flowed down her cheeks as she pushed again and again. "I can't do this." She cried.
Chris let go of her hand and grabbed her face gently. "Yes you fucking can, okay? You kicked ass in all of your auditions, you did fucking brilliant on you're A-levels, and you've made me a better person. There isn't anything in this world that you can't do."
Jal detached from reality as Chris's words sunk in. She had never heard him be this sweet before. She smiled at him and stared into his chocolate brown eyes, thankful that he had the surgery in time. She would never be able to have done this without Chris.
"I love you." Jal said, bracing herself for another push.
"I fucking love you too, babe. Now let's get this baby out, yeah?" he said, kissing the top of her head.
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Nineteen inches and seven pounds of crying flesh lay in Jal's arms as she herself recovered from giving birth. Chris gently stroked their new born son on his fragile head, and stared at him in awe. He had never seen anything so pure and innocent.
"Hey, Jal?" Chris said, switching his gaze to her worn out being.
"Hmmm?" she said sleepily, admiring their son.
"What are we going to name him?"
Jal froze at his words. Naming their child was something she had thought about quite a lot, and it took her a while before she realized what his name should be. She just hoped Chris would like it too.
"I've actually…thought about that already." She muttered hesitantly.
"Fucking brilliant. What's your idea?" Jal laughed at how care-free he was about everything; his tone always that way.
She turned to face him slowly, admiring the way the fluorescent lights gave his skin an odd glow. "What about Peter?" her words were slow and cautious.
Chris's face slowly spread into a smile as her words sunk in. He stared at Jal, realizing why he loved her so fucking much.