div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Aaaahhh!" I yelped, the sound drawing out as I tried my hardest to stop what my body wanted. What my body needed. My aunt had got me onto my back, knees up and spine curved so I could see and lever my own body to help it. The bed was laid with newspaper which was topped by rough towels. It was getting closer, harder but closer. My aunt had phoned for Harry and after a wild goose chase around UNIT he had been located and was reportedly on his way. /div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"I was in too much pain, so much staying upright was becoming a problem. It was close. That was my only hope. I simply threw my head back and screamed as the most recent contraction split right through my body, tearing my strength to shreds. My aunt was flustered, something I'd very rarely seen her be, offering me sips of water and wiping the sweat off my skin. She scarpered back and forward from between my legs- where she watching the swelling in my neither regions and monitored the slip back- to my head where she brushed back hair and had her hand squeezed. /div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Good Sarah Jane," she grinned in the voice that was so animated it was as though she was speaking to a toddler./div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""I think, I feel it Aunt Lavinia, I need to push." /div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She shook her head violently, lifting one of my clammy hands and holding it in hers, trying to keep my attention. /div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""No, love you can't, you've got to wait for the Doctor. He will be hear soon. Sarah you're too tired to afford much more slip back and this baby's moved more than it should, although I'm no midwife I'm sure something's." she stopped dead in her tracks, averting her eyes from me. I was about to ask her what she was going to say when another contraction was thrown at me, forcing me to throw my head back and grit my teeth. The urge was so hard to ignore, my muscles were ready just asking to be squeezed. I dared a little push, just a tiny bit, letting my muscles squeeze. And I felt the little thing slide right back. All that work for nothing. It was so hard to keep back the tears and even though I tried to they still slid down my cheeks and dropped onto the pillows around me. My aunt gritted her teeth and shook her head but she wasn't angry with me as she made clear by her next sentence. /div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""I could kill the bastard."/div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"(A/N) hi guys who are kind enough to give this a go, I should possibly have warned you at the beginning of this story that the intervals of the birth scene are a little bit graffic- realistically graffic and I want to say the following chapter will be similar. Thanks... Comments make me happy... :)/div