Chapter 2
Ana's POV
Pain.
So much pain.
My whole body feels strange. Like my insides are floating and everything shifting around, bumping into each other like objects in a spaceship. I'm vaguely aware of Christian rubbing my feet. He's so nervous, I can tell. I am too. I AM the one who has to give birth, after all. But I know my control-freak Fifty is losing his mind because he doesn't have any control over this. Nope, Blip's got all the power here. I giggle. Blip is just like his or her daddy in this way.
"Something funny, Mrs. Grey?" Christian asks softly. I open my eyes to see him glancing sideways at me warily.
"Yes," I breathe. I can't manage more than I whisper at this point. "I was thinking that Blip does take after you. He or she's the one in control right now." I manage a small grin.
He smiles back faintly, although his eyes are still filled with fear. "Yes, it would appear so, baby. How are you feeling?"
"A little better," I reply, knowing this will please him. And its true. The contractions have died down some a little since we left the house. Still, I feel that strange sense of detachment in my belly, which makes me feel a bit uneasy, but i shrug it off. My body is preparing me to push out a baby. It's going to feel a bit weird.
I glance out the window to see the hospital looming over us. We pull up and I see Sawyer dash inside. I am so fond of him. He feels like a brother to me, and I'm glad he has been promoted to my full-time personal guard. I see him exit the hospital with a wheelchair as he gets closer to the car. Christian gently lifts me out and sets me down in the chair. Luke, with the bags, follows Christian and I into the hospital as Taylor goes to park the car (no doubt in some reserved spot). Before I know it, a nurse has replaced Christian's hands on my chair and they are wheeling me down a corridor at amazing speed. I frantically turn to see Christian stopped by a worker at the reception desk. He argues with the woman for a moment and he looks frustrated. "Christian?" I call.
"I'll be right there baby. Just need to sign some forms." He looks up at me with a smile that doesn't touch his eyes. Oh, my Fifty. He doesn't like being told what to do, and he doesn't like to see me in pain. My poor man. This must be so taxing for him. I just nod and let the nurse wheel me into a room at the end of the hall. I'm surprised at it's size. Its not grand, its not large, it just looks like an average hospital room. Moments later, Christian appears in the doorway, frowning.
"What?" He looks around, confused. "I thought I had reserved a suite for my wife to stay in," he looks angrily at the nurse who is adjusting my bed for me so I can finally lay down.
The nurse, whose nametag says Lauren, smiles at him sympathetically and nods. "I'm sorry, Mr. Grey, you had. But you have it reserved for next week, and there is still a couple there for the night. This is all very last minute, and I know it must be confusing for you. They will be gone tomorrow and then you and Mrs. Grey will be more than welcome to move to that room. The birth will be just as fine in here as it would in the suite, not to worry." Well damn. Nurse Lauren knows who she's dealing with, apparently. Fifty just nods once, quickly, and moves to stand beside me as I am helped into the bed. Ahhh. That feels better. I smile.
"Feel better, Mrs. Grey?" Christian whispers softly in my ear.
"Mmm yes Mr. Grey. Much more comfortable." Nurse Lauren is hooking me up to the monitors, and I wince a little as she puts the IV in my arm. I steal a glance at Christian.. He's still got that worried expression on his face. I roll my eyes. "Christian, calm down. I'm not going to give birth this instant. I feel much better now that I'm laying down." I smile reassuringly at him. He studies my face seriously for a moment, then brightens when he sees how calm I am.
"Alright Mrs. Grey. If you're sure. But please tell me if something bothers you." He kisses my knuckles and folds my hand into both of his. "I don't want either of my babies to be uncomfortable." He lightly kisses my belly, then my forehead. Oh, my sweet Fifty. My inner goddess swoons and I smile at my husband.
"Not to worry, Mr. Grey," I say coyly. "We're both fi-"
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
What the hell?
Nurse Lauren rushes over and looks at the screen. Her face goes pale.
Christians face also goes pale as he watches Nurse Lauren.
"What's going on?" He demands.
"The baby. It's losing oxygen. We're going to have to do an emergency C-section."
What?! NO! BIip!
"Oh no-" I start to say. My sentence cuts off as a sharp pain shoots through my abdomen. "Ahhhh!" I scream. More pain than I felt before. More pain than I've ever felt in my life.
So much pain.
"ANA!" Christian roars as the room turns fuzzy. There is only pain. No Christian. No monitors. No nurse. No Blip. Just pain. Muffled noises. More pain. Hazy images. I can only make out one thing clearly. My eyes lock on Christian's grey, panic-filled ones as the room turns black. "ANA!" he shouts again, but to me it sounds like he's miles away.
Pain.
Darkness.